CHAPTER SIXTEEN
They waited until everyone went either at home or to bed and then Mark followed Lily into her bedroom. He shut the door behind him quietly, but he didn’t advance into the room. He stopped there and watched her.
The woman moseyed across the room to the window. For a few seconds, she looked out of the window to the huge oak tree, bathed in the milky light of the early morning. Then, she pulled the curtains to cover the windows, but she didn’t turn to Mark.
He had felt the slight tremor of her fingers in his hand on their way up the stairs. He didn’t know if she trembled because she was afraid or anxious, but he was determined to find out.
“Lily-girl, are you afraid of me?” he asked, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
Lily turned from the window to
