Breakfast was done and a load of washing was hung out in the hope there’d be no rain until later in the day. The fire was ready to light. There were no more excuses to put off the inevitable.
Going back to Susie’s house was the last thing Vince wanted. Taking Mel there was even worse. How would Mel cope being back where she’d grown up, where every room held memories of her parents and her sweet little heart might break into pieces?
‘Why are you breathing funny?’ Melanie took his hand, and he drew in air slowly, concentrating on the feel of her fingers. Small and attached to the one person he had left in the world. Her needs outranked his.
Pull yourself together, Carter.
Pull yourself together, Carter.‘Must have carried a bit too much wood in the last time.’
‘Then I shall help you next
