The Promise of Steel was my first historical and the second book in The Promise Series. My favorite part of writing this book was doing the research. I learned a lot about WWI prosthetics.
Joshua’s tin leg was tucked underneath the bed frame. He hated to lie down with it on. He complained about the straps and how it felt so alien as it rested against his real leg. She knew the fit was imperfect, it could leave bruises sometimes. When he did take it off he was always hiding it away somewhere, as though if no one ever saw it they would forget all about it.
Her husband was breathing softly, peacefully, laying on his side with one arm tucked under his head. His other hand gripped the pillow loosely, as though he had been in the process of adjusting it, but had simply drifted off to sleep.
Harriet settled herself on the bed next to him. He looked much more like himself like this. The soft curl of his chestnut hair looked much like it always had. The slight ruddiness to his cheeks that made him look like a school boy, though he was nearly twenty five now. Harriet ran her fingertips gently over his sleeping face. He smiled gently in his sleep and she echoed, hoping he was having pleasant dreams.
It was strange, but this moment reminded her just how much she still missed him. She had been nursing him, talking with him, playing cards with him for months. There had been times when, of necessity, they had been practically joined at the hip, like Siamese twins in some circus, but she still missed him.
She brushed his hair from his face. He sighed and she felt her throat tighten. She glanced at the closed doo. She was being silly, now. She was a married woman. She could be with her husband behind closed doors. The Lord knew she had been much less married that time in her father’s carriage house.
It was hard to miss a man that you saw everyday.