Despite Elizabeth’s attempts to initiate a heart-to-heart with her daughter, Annabel deflected any personal questions, insisting that it had all been a trivial argument and everything was now okay between her and Adam. She left before Harry and Josh returned, arranging to meet them at the restaurant later that evening.
‘So she’s back with the jerk?’ Harry’s handsome face twisted into a scowl.
‘She’s a grown woman,’ Elizabeth replied. ‘It’s her choice, Harry.’
‘Well, don’t expect me to be pally with him.’ He stomped off into the bathroom, banging the door and making the frame rattle.
‘He’ll calm down,’ Josh said, with more conviction than Elizabeth was feeling. ‘He thinks he’s got to be the big protector now Dad’s not here.’
Elizabeth chewed on her lower lip, anxiety building within he
