Chapter Twenty-Seven
Diane ran to her car and got in. The two people who had been staring at the cottage earlier were nowhere to be seen.
She looked around the car for something to dry herself off with. Rain was bucketing down and it had only taken the short distance from Tamsin’s front door to Diane’s car for her to get soaked. She found a small towel on the back seat and wiped her face with it.
She started the engine, doing her best not to glance back at the cottage. She didn’t want to see Tamsin looking out of the window at her leaving. Or maybe she was afraid Tamsin wouldn’t be staring after her at all. She drove off, not really thinking where she was going.
Tamsin’s face crept to the forefront of her mind, and how it had gone from delight to incomprehension, to sorrow and finally
