CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The evening was beautiful and Charlotte considered changing her plans to visit the lookout. She had two bags of shopping and once she’d unpacked those, it would still be light enough to reach the track, enjoy sunset, and get home before complete darkness fell.
She turned into the driveway and halted. Had Veronica been here earlier? A shiver ran up her spine and she shook her head to force ridiculous fears away. It was still daylight. Nobody was here. Her feet got going, ignoring the tension in her stomach. She looked up the stairs before climbing them, but all was quiet. By the time she locked herself in, Charlotte was more annoyed than scared.
Leaving the unpacked bags on the counter, she went to the balcony, pushed the sliding door wide and leaned her elbows on th
