CHAPTER 20
MONTAGUE ROAD
Lillian rapped on the door and at the sound of footsteps coming wondered if she had made a mistake. She squeezed Peter’s hand. He stood beside her and waited expectantly without a clue for what was in store. She was grateful Florence had offered to take care of Alice for an hour.
The door swung open.
‘Hello, Alfred.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I’ve brought Peter.’ Lillian disentangled her fingers from the child’s tight grasp and gave him a little push forward.
Peter took a hesitant step before glancing back at her with confusion.
Alfred reached out and patted his head.
‘I’ll be off, then,’ said Lillian.
‘What?’
‘You said you wanted your son back so I have returned him.’
Alfred looked at her with alarm. ‘The house isn’t ready.’
Lillian peered inside. Indeed,
