Lillian asked Lucy to watch the children while Nicholas was at work. She didn’t want to worry her husband. Going the long way, heading east along Vulture Street before turning north into Main Street, it felt strange to find herself navigating the familiar streets at Kangaroo Point again. As she neared Shafston Road each step on the road drummed a rhythm on the footpath: turn back, turn back. Lillian pushed on with determination until the long picket fence rose into view. The sound of hammering and sawing echoed about as she strolled up the driveway and stood in front of the stable.
Although it was probably a waste of time, Lillian had continued to mull over her lost sketchbook. She wished there was some way to be sure it had been destroyed and, if it hadn’t, she wanted it back. There was
