Three hours later they returned to their hotel, both charged with emotions that had nowhere to go. Gobsmacked by their meeting with Bobby – a man back from the dead. Astounded by his grace and wisdom, and staggered by the ordeal he’d endured for twenty-five long years.
‘I need a drink.’ Nick guided Del to the lobby bar with a firm hand on the small of her back and ordered himself a whisky.
‘Champagne cocktail?’ he asked.
‘Please.’
She watched Nick down his drink. It barely touched the sides of his mouth. He ordered them both another one, then another one. Del couldn’t keep up. Nick’s gaze was fixed on a large landscape painting on the wall. It showed a creek meandering through a rainforest, and it reminded Del of Kingfisher Valley. But she doubted that Nick really saw it. He seemed los
