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  1. THE WOMAN FROM THE WAVES
  2. Copyright
  3. CONTENTS
  4. Dedication
  5. PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
  6. GLOSSARY
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. THE SURFACE
  9. CHAPTER ONE
  10. CHAPTER TWO
  11. CHAPTER THREE
  12. CHAPTER FOUR
  13. CHAPTER FIVE
  14. CHAPTER SIX
  15. CHAPTER SEVEN
  16. CHAPTER EIGHT
  17. THE SHORE
  18. CHAPTER NINE
  19. CHAPTER TEN
  20. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  21. CHAPTER TWELVE
  22. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  23. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  24. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  26. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  27. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  28. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. THE STORM
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  39. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. EPILOGUE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. ALSO BY ROSLYN SINCLAIR
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

And she wasn’t alone. Jonathan sat in a chair next to her bedside, regarding her solemnly. Next to him stood a woman in a blue shirt and blue pants. “Welcome back,” Jonathan said. “This is Nurse Kilbright. You’re in her practice. Jorsay only gets a doctor twice a week.”

Was that supposed to mean something? Hæra tried to speak and couldn’t. Her chest weighed as much as a dead whale, and her throat hurt.

“I’ve cleaned you off and stitched you up,” Nurse Kilbright said. “You’re healing awfully fast, though.” Her eyes narrowed.

“Why, there’s some luck,” Jonathan said quickly. “Sue, can we have the room for a tick?”

Nurse—Sue?—Kilbright nodded and left. Jonathan watched her go, and when the door closed, he turned back to Hæra. “You’ve been out for nearly twenty-four hours,” he said. “Word went round the island of a tall, naked woman who washed up on the shore, beat to shite and back, unconscious and with nobody to claim her. I came as soon as I could.”

He’d come? After the cruel things she’d said to him? She hadn’t even had a chance to apologize. She had a dozen questions, starting with where she was, but she felt fuzzy-headed. Nothing around her seemed real. Instead of anything pertinent, only one word made it out of her dry mouth.

She whispered, “Sorry.”

“I reckon you are. Probably for all sorts of things.” Jonathan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Anyway, I’m here.”

Hæra found another word. It was even harder to say. “Why?”

Jonathan smiled. It was a little soft, a little sad. “Well then, lass,” he said. “What else are friends for?”

PART II

THE SHORE

CHAPTER NINE

LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA, FIVE YEARS LATER.

“Phone charger?”

“Check.”

“Toiletries?”

“Check.”

“Rain boots?”

“I’ll wear them on the plane so I don’t have to pack them.”

Madeleine eyed her scruffy suitcase, which already appeared full-to-bursting even though she’d pared everything down as much as she could. Who’d have thought a former nun could accumulate so many possessions?

She glanced over at her roommate, who sat on Madeleine’s bed as she read the packing list. Becca’s forehead creased in concentration, as if she were the one flying to Scotland on a hare-brained mission.

“Did I put anything on the list about bringing my sanity?” Madeleine asked.

Becca gave Madeleine a wry smile. She’d been supportive of this adventure ever since it had been put in motion—the moment Madeleine had paid back the loan she’d taken from the Daughters of Grace to start her new life. As soon as she’d signed the final check, she’d started putting her meager savings toward a trip to Orkney.

To find answers, if not her angel.