Chapter 33
Rhys was drowning his sorrows, only once. It wouldn’t happen again, Bridie told herself as she lay awake in her bunk that night. He’d shown no tendency for drunkenness. Alf had said so and, for the second time in her life, Bridie agreed with him. She’d wake tomorrow and find everything back to normal.
Well, as normal as it could be with Siân dead.
Then why did the words too fanciful for their own good coil like a snake in her head?
Bridie didn’t see Rhys the next morning, or during the long drizzling afternoon that followed. She presumed he was sitting behind the horse box, which was a good sign, surely? Seeking space and privacy to settle his thoughts? But when she peered along the deck later that evening and saw a row of mugs lined up in front of him, she knew he was drown
