Chapter Twenty-SixWill's mind was elsewhere. While Melanie rattled on about her time as a failing under-graduate student, he was thinking of Esme. Over the weekend she had developed a nasty cough, this morning she was hot and prickly – screaming the place down when Hema had attempted to bathe her. Max had told them in his `been there, done that' superior attitude, that she was probably just teething, but Will wasn't convinced. Esme was usually so calm, so affable. It was out of character for her to wake once during the night, never mind four times. So, a trip to the doctor had been organised, and now Hema was texting to inform him that Esme had a chest infection. His poor little girl was on her first course of antibiotics.
“I have to go,” he gave his apologies to them all and left the bui
