Yes, Jessica mused as she leaned against the balcony on that cold first day of the year, Jeremy's letters arrived with frequency at the beginning. Seeing his handwriting on the white envelopes caused her heart to flutter joyously. Alas, the letters that used to show up daily dwindled to one a week, one every two weeks, one a month and stopped.

Had he suddenly realized he'd made a mistake by marrying her or was there something much worse the matter? Surely, if something terrible had happened to Jeremy, the war department would have notified her. Tearfully she began to fear every knock at the door. Each day a letter or a knock didn't come she grew more anxious.

Finally, WWII came to an end bringing relief to all. Jessica lingered in England long enough to fulfil her duties to the injured soldiers. Day upon day, she looked for Jeremy amongst the casualties. In a way, she was thankful he wasn't among them. Otherwise she longed to know his condition. Was he alive...or had he given his life for his country?

Jessica considered the many letters she wrote home to injured soldiers' families. She couldn't count the total. Many of them read the same. Their boy was safe but in hospital. He would come home soon. But, she never heard from her husband. His whereabout remained an enigma. How she worried and feared for his safety.

"Jeremy, where are you?" shedesperately asked herself. Night after night, she walked back to her lonelyflat. Her footsteps echoed in the mist. "Are you among the unidentified dead orare you still out there thinking of those days of "Auld Lang Syne"? Until newsarrived, the answer remained moot.