10
As soon as the men left for work on Thursday morning, leaving me alone for the first time all week, I pulled out my mobile and dialled Poppy’s number. “I’ll be a little late picking you up this morning,” I told her as I climbed the stairs. ‘I should be with you about eleven or so.”
“That’s okay, sweetie. Whenever works,” she said.
I opened the door to Nathan’s bedroom and headed straight across and pulled open the wardrobe doors. “And is there any chance you can bring your camera?” The hangers squeaked across the rail when I nudged them aside to reveal the safe. “I’ll explain why when I get there.”
“Sure,” she said, her voice full of intrigue. “See you later.”
I hung up, tucked my phone into my pocket, and dropped to my knees. With a deep breath, I keyed in the combination and pres
