CHAPTER TEN
“Where is she?” asked Olivia, packing her suitcase. “She should be here by now.”
Evelyn finished typing her twentieth text to Georgia that morning; she couldn’t be more furious with her if she’d tried. Having sent ten texts last night, she expected her brat sister to reply to at least one of her worried messages. But no, not her Georgia, not a word. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here,” she said to Olivia, not so convincingly. “Or I’ll throttle her,” she said under her breath, so Olivia couldn’t hear.
“Evey, it’s twenty to eleven now,” added Olivia, looking at her phone. “The taxi’s picking us up in twenty minutes to take us to the station.”
Managing to zip the rugby ball-shaped suitcase up for the second time since leaving their lovely home in Roedean, Evelyn tried to reassure he
