The rain hadn’t stopped completely. It softened for a while, giving everyone hope that it might clear up, but then it returned this time, with a steady rhythm and a chill in the air.
After their moment in the shed, Ann and Victor returned to the car with Richard. He drove them all back to the estate in silence, not wanting to break whatever peace had bloomed between his father and the woman he loved. But just halfway home, the car suddenly jerked. A loud pop then silence. Richard frowned. “That didn’t sound good.” He pulled over and stepped out to check the vehicle. A few minutes later, he leaned into the open window. “Flat tire. I’ll have to change it.” Ann looked outside. Rain was falling harder again. Victor sighed. “We’ll be soaked if we stay here.” “There’s a small roadside shelter u
