CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENDelphine was sitting on her bed waiting for him, when Colin arrived at the hospital. She was wearing Michael’s lavender grey tweed hat sideways on her head and the sight of it made him wince. She took one look at him and the expectancy went out of her. She didn’t ask about Amandine and he didn’t say anything. Disconsolately, she accompanied him through the corridors.
“We have to follow the green line on the floor and when that stops we follow the yellow dots,” he explained, “All the way to the exit. How are you feeling?” He saw the beginnings of a Gallic shrug. “You’re looking much better.”
“I’m OK…” she said in a small voice, her bottom lip protruding. She tucked her hand into his.
The yellow dots took them all the way to the car park where she stopped, squinting up
