She had never packed a suitcase so fast. In went everything: her toiletries, her curlers, her makeup and sparkly outfits. On the way back to the hotel, she’d looked on the internet and found a direct train to Cornwall which was due to leave in an hour. In her mind she was already there; on her way back home. But then someone was rapping firmly on the bedroom door and Elizabeth was shouting, ‘Go away, Melody!’ The knocking intensified. She took a few steadying breaths before marching over and flinging the door open.
She expected Melody, maybe a staff member, but was taken aback at the sight of Jason Brooke, looking at her with frustration and a touch of anger. How dare he be angry!
‘I’m leaving.’ Elizabeth spun away from him but he grabbed hold of her arm.
‘Don’t go.’ His tone was terse,
