Before arriving home, Ben had Alan flown out from Summers and Gold. He was a dab hand at security, and soon had the home fully protected. They knew the chances that someone would try anything like this again were remote, but once was more than enough to make them uneasy. That night, all he wanted was to turn all the phones off and be with Audrey. She was desperate for the same. Their bodies felt grubby from the hospital, and from little sleep the night before. Ben ran a bath for them, as he watched her standing by the bedroom window, looking out.
‘Everything’s gonna be okay now’, he soothed, from where he sat swirling bubbles into the bath.
She turned her head, and as she looked at him, he saw that the bruise from last night had intensified in colour, and ran down her left cheek. In s
