“Adam, we have to talk to her,” Hilda insisted. “We have to find out what happened. This is Victoria, for goodness sake!” She paused, lowering her voice before she added in a hushed tone, “Your Victoria. She wouldn’t just—”
VictoriaYour“I don’t want to hear what she has to say,” he bit back.
Hilda looked startled. He couldn’t ever remember snapping at her before. Then her momentary surprise melted away as her eyes settled on something over Adam’s shoulder.
“You might not have a choice,” she told him.
Adam spun round. Victoria was emerging from the side entrance of the Town Hall, cutting a brisk pace through the thinning crowd, many of whom had begun to retreat to their cars or commenced their despondent journey back to Little Bassington. He could hear her voice – the same captivating t
