Chapter Thirty Three
Big Weston Manor, Essex
Jane pondered things on her ride home. Yes. Home. The old manor had been exactly that, her home, for nearly five years. The most formidable ones of her life. As the car paused, waiting for the massive gold gates to swing open, her heart pounded to the point of danger.
Down the long tree-lined driveway they went, next to the brick walled garden. When the car pulled up in a circle at the front, the door flew open and she was greeted in a rush of open arms. These were the second generation help. Their parents had served when Jane actually lived here. They were over the moon to see her.
She was swept along inside and down the long formal entrance and hallway. The manor floor plan had been reconfigured. The master-bedroom of her time was no longe
