That could have been her. She held her stomach, as the thought brought back the nausea. If Dave hadn't stopped her from touching him, she would be lying there alongside him, just like the poor bird. Turning back to the ditch, she sank down in the grass and retched over and over again, even though there was nothing left in her stomach.
“Mummy! Mummy!”
Sarah sharply swung her head and looked towards where she had left the car. In her terror, she had forgotten about the children. But now Josie had stepped down onto the road.
Clutching her picture, the child was walking towards Dave's remains. Dutifully, Betts was by her side. “Would you like to see my pictures?”
Sarah was thankful she had parked some distance from Dave's body. At least the children couldn't possibly have seen what she her
