CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Audrey’s hand shook as she poured boiling water into a teapot. She put the kettle down and sobbed for a little brother she hardly knew. She had come to Hawksmead to try and discover the truth but had betrayed her family by making love to the man responsible for her brother’s death.
How she despised herself.
From the hallway, she heard Malcolm cry and then the sound of his body, thudding down the wooden staircase.
‘Malcolm!’ She hurried out of the kitchen, along the corridor and into the hallway. Near the base of the stairs lay Malcolm, broken and twisted. She whimpered, and her knees buckled under her.
He groaned. Her hand flew to her mouth. His eyes opened, and he looked up at her. She slid her hand under his head, so it was no longer resting on the cold, tiled f
