4.12
Heather pulled up outside the airport departures lounge. The morning was sunny, perky clouds drifted across the sky and a cool wind blew in from the south. Yvette got out of the car and opened the rear-passenger door, unbuckling a baby carrier, grateful yet again to Heather for finding and buying both carriers second-hand.
The twins were asleep. They looked so peaceful. Little did they know the turbulence of these first weeks of their lives. She set the carrier on the pavement and opened the other rear door. Heather had taken her blue travelling bag and canvas holdall from the boot, the stock of Yvette’s meagre possessions crammed inside, little more than the amount she’d had when she came to Perth all those months before. She’d forwarded her art materials to her mother’s by post.
