Out on the balcony, pegging her towel to the retractable clothesline Aarav had installed years before – sunlight and wind preferred over an expensive dryer – Emma noticed a Ritchie Brothers’ truck pull up to the kerb. She had accepted Cal’s offer of transport to and from the detention centre without argument, being unsure how she would react if Jack’s appearance had altered significantly. Ten floors from the street, she couldn’t be certain which brother was driving, but assumed it was Cal, Dugald bound to be occupied with home duties on a Sunday, despite having staffed a stall at his children’s school fete the previous day. Her chance encounter with the partner who managed to keep Dugald in check, at least on the home front, had been thought-provoking. Sonya was obviously a force to be rec
