Mina nodded curtly. "Let's see if we can find something suitable," she said. "But do call it a wardrobe, dear. Your father would be sorely upset if he heard you using the French." She meant it more in jest than anything, but it sent a pang of sadness through her. Jack. She missed Jack so bloody much.

Looking at Jacqueline now, Mina couldn't help but remember the last time she had seen Jack. He was so unhappy, desperately worried for his wayward girl. They had spoken at length about it, ultimately coming to the conclusion that, indeed, the hardest part of love was letting go.

If only Mina could learn to take her own advice.