CHAPTER 21
I bounded up the stairs of the B & B bursting in upon Liliad who was in her usual place on the bed, gazing out to the Square below. ‘I got it, the job at the pub and we can move in over the weekend. The accommodation is great, you’ll love it; fantastic views out over the harbour to the sea – a much better view than the flat in Bournemouth.’ I paused for breath, dropping onto the bed beside her.
Disappointed at her lack of enthusiasm I forcibly turned her to face me. Her eyes, usually so wide and unflinching seemed to narrow; her caution or was it outright distrust glinting from their oriental looking slits. ‘What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to find my real father?’
As we stared at each other something gnawed at my gut that wasn’t hunger. Liliad’s apprehension was making m
