CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Audrey booked a room at the Royal Oak Hotel at the southern end of Sevenoaks. Within a day, she had selected a furnished cottage to rent in Bosville Road, a short walk from the railway station and near the town’s former cattle market. She didn’t want to disrupt the family renting her home so close to Christmas and, in truth, she didn’t even want to visit the house her husband’s firm had built.
She kept her eyes closed and allowed the taxi to lull her into a soporific state. Memories of happy years raising her boys, sharing school runs, meeting friends, hosting dinners and helping her husband deal with local authorities and investment bankers crowded her thoughts. Duncan always said that she was his secret weapon. She didn’t want today’s reality to supplant so many hap
