“I leaned forward on the table, just enough to give the impression that I would be willing to listen to every word she had to say. Part of me was conscious of not wanting to annoy her now that she finally seemed willing to open up to me. But, at the same time, there was so much that I wanted to know, I believed that it would be more beneficial for me to ask her some direct questions.
“I made a mental note not to let my impatience show, as I realised that this could well be my one and only chance of finding the answers I sought. I spoke as softly and as gently as I could, trying desperately to keep the impetuosity out of my voice. I asked if she could explain to me what had gone on at Denby Manor during that summer, and specifically, the circumstances surrounding Amy’s death. She sighed de
