“It’s my home. My family home, I mean. There’s only my mother though and she’s not here at the moment. I thought it would be a safe place to rest. While we thought about what to do now.” It had somehow become a certainty in Will’s head on the silent drive away from London that Will would be accompanying Fenn wherever he went next.
Fenn stared out at the trees of the park ticking past as the winding drive uncurled before them in the headlamps. His face was still blank and a little unformed with sleep. Will watched him from the corner of his eye as he kept the motor on the single-track road. It was a mile from the lodge to the house. Finally, the old building itself came in to view in the cut of the lights. The wisteria was heavy under the mullion windows of the old wing and the redbrick ed
