Chapter Twelve
Francesca took a deep breath, pushed open the door to her old school, Bishops Down Primary, and strolled towards reception. She recalled it being bigger, but guessed it was because she was eleven when she left. Everything seemed small now.
"Francesca Hayward? What are you doing here?" Mrs Freeman stood from her chair, a friendly smile forming. She approached the desk. "Come over here, you. Let me look at you. You’ve not changed a bit, I tell you."
Her former teacher jested. "I'm Francesca Darby now, and I am about two feet taller now, Mrs Freeman. I hope I'm at least a bit different." She couldn't work out why her favourite tutor greeted her from behind the reception desk. "Why aren't you in one of the classrooms?"
"Oh, I gave up teaching a couple of years ago, my darlin
