Chapter Eighty-Five
Francesca pulled up outside Declan’s farmhouse. She switched off the engine and turned in her seat to find little Wren staring up at her with big brown curious eyes. “You’ve been such a good girl for mummy, haven’t you?” She cooed over her daughter for a couple of minutes, getting out, and pulling the front seat of her Mini Cooper forwards.
“How about we go and visit Uncle Declan, huh? Would you like that? Oh yes, you would. Let’s get you unclipped, shall we?” Francesca pressed the button, clearing the belt from the carrier, freeing her beautiful girl. “You’re so pretty, yes you are.”
Making a fuss over Wren took her mind away from her nerves. She had not seen Declan since he dropped her off at the hospital. Her mum and dad rushed there when they heard her voicemails
