Chapter 15
The phone GPS guided me through the old town and onto the promenade that extended the long stretch of the shoreline. Iron balustrades and park benches lined the wide footpath bordering the water, and every twenty metres or so, four-light lamps stood like imposing figures protecting the shore. It was just like the images I’d seen online, only better now I was standing here. My thoughts turned to Wil. I could still see the look on his face when he was taken away. Then, when he’d come to see me after he was released on bail. It took all my resolve not to take him back.
‘I understand, Demi,’ he’d said, his head bowed to his hands as he stood in the empty café after we’d closed for the day.
‘I’m sorry, Wil, but …’ I’d hesitated. ‘But, I need to be able to trust you. And … I don’t
