Again, we watched them sail out towards the headland in the pinnace. I had begged to go but Raphael refused me and would brook no argument on it. I understood why Sam could not, but I knew I was f*******n simply because I was a woman and with child. His woman and his child. Yet, as Penny’s mother, I had more right than anyone to search for her, surely?
I now felt at a complete loss as to how to occupy myself. Anger at being left behind and fear they would learn nothing useful once again, plagued me. ‘Go to your painting, Sam, if you wish it. Don’t feel you must keep me company all day. I think I might take a stroll along the beach.’ I truly did not wish to be a burden to him.
He studied me, carefully. ‘You’ll need your parasol.’
I realised then, he thought I wanted to be alone, which wa
