Chapter Thirty-Three. Do We Have To?
As the sun begins to rise above the horizon the sky turns from a dull blue/grey to hues of orange and yellow. Small white clouds pepper the sky, as the side lamp in Ronnie’s childhood bedroom automatically turns on casting a warm glow across the mates.
“I guess we should head down for breakfast,” Hamish suggested, his eyes blinking open after the best night’s sleep, he had ever had. For once in his life his sleep was not filled with calculations and working out the puzzles of life.
Ronnie sighed, feeling contented and happy. Here she was not the newly returned lost daughter of Siobhan and Ronan Callaghan. Nor was the more violent half of the infamous ‘Crayon Twins’. Neither was she a victim of those who sought to use and abuse her intelligence. He
