Chapter 42
John glanced toward the mountains on his left, trying to hold on to the calm of the snow-covered peaks against the brilliant blue sky. Anything to distract himself from the cold silence in the car.
He’d given up trying to get Branwen to talk before they’d gotten an hour away from her grandmother’s house. He half seriously wondered if he’d dreamt their reconciliation after Elizabeth’s party, one of his dreams that made his heart ache when he returned to the waking world.
The ups and downs of the past few days were driving him crazy.
John accelerated onto the smooth expanse of the A5 motorway, southeast toward London instead of northwest toward Glasgow, trying to keep his growing tension to himself. He’d been desperate to get away from whatever had happened in that house, what
