Sometimes Lily would lie awake at night, staring at James's sprawled form. She would watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest and think about what a mess they had gotten themselves into. She was only 19 and she was married, for crying out loud! But at some point in the night James would briefly regain consciousness. He would roll onto his side, pull Lily into an embrace, and whisper into her ear that he loved her. For those brief moments, she could forget that their parents were dead, that the war was taking over their lives, that every minute of every day held the possibility of tragedy. For those brief moments, she could believe that everything would be OK, because she had James. Only then could she finally drift into peaceful sleep.