16: A Mother’s Grief
JADE ROSE WILLIAMS heard the car stop at the front of her house.
She wasn’t expecting anyone, but her dog, a German Shepherd, was barking so there must be someone coming to her door.
It could be the sss delivery man.
Recently, she had been buying up stuff from the online store. She blamed boredom for her unrestrained shopping; since being made redundant, she had too much time on her hands.
She hurried to the living room but stopped in her tracks when she saw two Air Force men through the glass window approaching. A lump grew in her throat.
Her mind raced. There had not been any news of terror attacks in London.
That can’t be it. It can’t be about her.
Her daughter was in London. It was the first time since Ruby’s departure from the Air Force that she knew wher
