“HELLO.” IF SHE WAS surprised to find a strange woman on the doorstep during the middle of a storm, Hazel Turner didn’t show it. Melissa’s mother acted as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hi, I’m Sophie, a friend of Zack’s from next door,” Sophie spoke quickly, with an eye over her shoulder on the car to be sure Tara remained alright. “I know this is going to sound really strange, but Zack wants me to take you and Melissa’s grandmother — she could see her in the living room doorway — down to the pub.”
“Is everything okay?” Constance asked, moving to stand at her daughter’s elbow so she could see Sophie, whom she had met the other day, better.
“I don’t know.” She could see no reason to make the situation worse by guessing at what was going on, nor did she want to sugge
