Vince was asleep when Liz visited. He’d had surgery within hours of arriving at hospital and had been resting comfortably, according to the person she’d managed to speak to. She’d slept for half the day herself, exhausted on a level she rarely reached. After a couple of hours at the station, she’d had to come to see for herself he was alright. She’d made the right decision, going to Melanie first that night. Hadn’t she?
‘Why so worried, Lizzie?’
His eyes were on her, and she smiled and sat beside the bed. ‘How are you doing?’
‘Better than you. Did someone die? I have some pleasant painkillers and am alive.’
‘And you wonder why I worry?’ She took his hand. ‘I thought we’d get there too late and when I arrived and saw the cottage... and I am so sorry about it. And then you lying there…’
