CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Tossing and turning all night through, Charlotte couldn’t get her brain to relax. She was up before dawn, wrapped in her dressing gown and sipping coffee. She missed Lachie, which was ridiculous. He wasn’t her son, and she’d only known him and his family for a few months, but his presence in her home brought a happiness to her heart. And stirred up dormant questions which she didn’t want to think about right now.
What she wanted was to go to the waterfall. Watch the sun rise as kangaroos drank from the pool. See the resident kingfisher if he deigned to show himself. Or herself.
But fear held her back. Fear of being followed and photographed again. Of being alone in the deep bushland where the person responsible for putting those printouts under her door, even when s
