Her demand hit an odd crescendo.

In hindsight, Simon had been barely literate. Able to read, and carve out crude directives on paper like a caveman into stone.

Simon had had a pull on him – a siren in the sea. A siren whose song had broke when the ‘shipwreck’ took Simon with it. What did a married tramp with his face have to offer Zechariah?

His hands paused, and his gaze alone slid to her.

“What would your husband think of that?”