CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEColin awoke in the morning with a sense of discomfort that wouldn’t go away: he was feeling guilty about Delphine, guilty about Tyler and he lay there worrying until he was filled with the inescapable certainty that he must tell her everything.
When she popped round first thing, “Isn’t it just the most beautiful morning? I was going to walk into the village. I wondered if you’d like some croissants…” hooking her arm behind her head in a way that he had come to know meant that she was feeling ill at ease, he understood the subtext of her offer.
Schooling himself, he looked beyond her to where the canal curved round. In places, the banks were obscured by the branches of trees, the burden of a long summer weighing them down as far as the water. His eyes rested on a crooke
