5
The Journey North
The Cambridge-to-Edinburgh train wasn’t busy, but each time it stopped and groups of families climbed on board, off on some adventure, or a returning relative climbed down into the arms of their waiting loved ones, Maggie was reminded that she was on her way to what she hoped would be a romantic holiday retreat on her own. For perhaps the fiftieth time, she opened her phone and checked for messages, but there was only the same message Dirk had sent her yesterday: I’ll be there. Don’t worry. Xx
There were only two kisses instead of the usual three. Had he been in a hurry, or was she just paranoid? The temptation to call Renee for her opinion was overwhelming, but she’d only been on the train an hour and Renee was possibly still driving home.
‘Get a grip on yourself,’
