The ship anchored in the waters off the coast of France. On deck, Isobel reached up to brush back a lock of hair disheveled by the sea breeze, then turned to look at her husband.
"You still seem unable to let go of the situation back in Britain."
"There’s no helping it. People always hope the future will unfold in the direction they desire, but the future is always full of unknowns," Albert murmured, gazing at the towering cliffs ahead. "Even if I can foresee the future, I am not omnipotent."
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