Leeds Point, New Jersey - August 1776

Deborah Leeds stared out over the endless ocean as she wrestled with her fears.

Dark clouds roiled across the sky, buffeting her with gusts of wind and droplets of rain. There was no thunder or lightning as of yet, but she could feel the potential for nature’s fury in the air. The vast waters before her were a reflection of the turmoil overhead. The rough waves crashed against the shore, sucking hungrily at the sand.

Grey above, grey below, Deborah thought. Am I grey within?

She shook her head to try and clear away the thought. But it lingered, like her fear. Deborah wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. The gathering storm had brought cold air with it. It was a drastic, almost shocking plum...

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