“You wanted action, Mary. We have it now,” George said. “Governor Gage is moving everything out of Boston and setting up the government here. I’m setting sail while I still can.”
Mary swallowed down a wave of nausea and held a cloth to her mouth.
“But you said you wouldn’t—” She paused, swallowing hard. The nausea was relentless. “You said you wouldn’t leave until next month.”
“I’ll take the cargo I have. I can’t risk being blocked in by British ships.”
“But I carry another child. You can’t leave me in this condition while everything is in an uproar.”
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