THIRTEEN
Friday evening passed without the strain of melancholic or challenging conversation, nothing untoward having occurred during day three of Jack’s trial. The prosecution had harped on about the e-message, prompting a rebuke from the judge for unnecessary repetition, while the defence counsel had demanded evidence of Jack’s role in its distribution, before reporting her intention to call witnesses on Monday. No names had been provided, so although mother and son knew that Sandra Baker would appear, the identity of other witnesses remained unknown, Penelope having been tight-lipped on the journey from city courtroom to Safety Beach.
True to her word, Emma repeated Sandra’s message to Jack, which produced a wistful smile and a look that implied regret for a stalled relationship. ‘Why
