Elizabeth perched on a kitchen stool and watched Harry move with confidence around her kitchen. He’d always been self-assured as a child, but even more so as an adult. Years of working as a financial manager obviously agreed with him. He looked healthy; tanned and more muscular than the last time she’d seen him.
‘Have you joined a gym?’ she asked, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup of tea.
‘No, but I’ve started swimming. Every morning before work I do fifty lengths, plus I’ve been going to Fistral most weekends with Josh.’
Elizabeth nodded. ‘You look really well, love, and how is your brother?’
‘He’s fine.’ Harry leant against the sink unit. ‘Actually sticking at a job. He’s been there six months now.’
‘That’s wonderful.’ Elizabeth smiled at the thought of her carefree young
