CHAPTER 12
Back at home that evening I had to acknowledge that Shirley Munroe’s update on Lily had bothered me. Lily might be keeping very much to herself, finding solace in solitude and beautiful scenery but I couldn’t risk her becoming too independent, getting stronger. It might make my task more difficult; the more fragile she was the easier she would be to overcome.
I poured myself a glass of Pinot Noir and settled on the window seat next to Liliad. ‘Direct action is what’s needed but I can’t just up sticks and go to Scotland; I’ll have to beg some holiday from work and arrange a B & B a distance from the art school.’ I reached across to the coffee table and picked up my laptop. Settling it on my lap I looked at Liliad as I expressed my thoughts out loud. ‘I don’t want to let Lily kn
