Chapter 19
‘There’s nothing to talk about,’ said Clare, debating whether or not to hang up on Adam.
‘Look, I did the wrong thing, and for that I’m sorry. But Veronica just about threw herself at me. I won’t apologise for being flesh and blood.’
‘I don’t want you to apologise, Adam. It doesn’t matter any more.’
Clare sat in the hallway alcove, gazing out the dusty window overlooking the yards. She ran her fingers across the heavy handset of the old phone. Her mother had used this same phone to make urgent, whispered calls to someone on that very last visit to Currawong ‒ not to Clare’s father. She and Ryan had tried to listen in, tiptoeing down the hallway towards her, but a squeaky floorboard had always given them away.
‘When are you coming back to Brisbane?’ asked Adam.
‘One, it’s n
