seventeen
At the beginning of February, Elizabeth locked up her flat and, pulling a large suitcase, she caught a taxi to Dulster’s train station. She’d given Brian a spare key in case of emergencies and now he was standing in the doorway waving her off and wishing her good luck. She pressed her hand against the window, choking back emotion and trying to quash the swell of nerves she was feeling. Everything is going to be fine, she told herself. Another niggling internal voice insisted she was making a huge mistake, but Elizabeth ignored it and instigated a conversation about last night’s TV with the cab driver.
The evening train to London was quiet. Elizabeth settled herself in first class. Harry had insisted on her travelling this way and had purchased the ticket for her. There were a f
