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The plan was to leave early, before everybody else, before the sun came up over the Moor and woke up the village. Before prying eyes could watch and judge. That was the plan.
Robeson had only a small suitcase, so there was plenty of room in the back of the car for both of hers. She’d left a note for Mrs Greenaway to sort the house out, tidy it a little, keep everything locked away. Cathy wasn’t thinking of staying away long. Three months tops. Then she’d return, make more permanent arrangements. One of the advantages of living in such a small community and being a local—people, with all kinds of skills, were often willing to help. Mrs Greenaway had always been the sort of person who helped, without questioning. Cathy preferred it that way.
It was cold and the rain was heavy. She slam
