By the time they heard the front door open, Max had helped her to make an appointment with the clinic, and she was encouraging him with his almost completed homework.
Natalie’s voice sang from the front door. ‘Cool change on the way.’
Irenya followed her to the kitchen.
‘Very windy out there.’ Natalie dropped a well-used shopping basket on the bench and dropped the face mask into a laundry tub off the kitchen. ‘These days I only use one when I’m in a crowded place.’ She smoothed her hair. ‘That gold, Irenya … there’s no recognisable hallmark. Might be difficult to sell.’ She held up the small ingot. ‘Seems it’s an unusually high carat count—from what Wilson said—which means it could fetch a high price.’ She weighed the piece in her hand before returning it to Irenya. ‘Getting a valuatio
