Chapter 6
The mass of tussling bodies at the gates of the West India Docks greeted Finn as they did every morning, and the sound might still have been deafening if his mind hadn’t been on Tessie. He had marched his way from the Nichol, barely remembering a moment as he wove through the busy streets and scoffed down a handful of oatcakes he’d bought warm from an old woman’s basket.
There was more chaos around the edges as those left out vied desperately for a foothold and Finn braced for the impact of forcing himself into the middle of it all. He’d learned early to hold his own or be pushed aside, and knew how to manoeuvre himself through the crowd and into place near one of the gates.
With each step further into the fray, and further away from her, the feeling of dread tightened in his
