Chapter FourLara escaped from the school unscathed and even found her way home again without the help of the lollipop lady. At home, she opened a bottle of red wine Catharine left for her and plonked herself down in the lounge at the front of the house. She lay back in her armchair and pushed her slippered feet onto the ottoman, taking a well-deserved sip of wine and sensing the ache as her body relaxed.
The sound of the doorbell shrilling into the echoing hallway made her jump and wine slopped onto her sleeve. Lara swore and counted herself fortunate. Her drooping head indicated the fate of the wine could have been much worse, especially on Catharine’s expensive cream sofa.
Lara stumbled to the front door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She peeped through the spy hole in the centre of
