CHAPTER THIRTY
After morning tea, they’d continued through the rest of the photos, but nothing else jumped out. A second mug of coffee made it five for the morning and Georgie buzzed with caffeine. She ignored protests by Norman and Dawn and washed up their plates and cups, looking through the kitchen window at grass shorn to the bare minimum above soil level for it to be green. Pool-table-felt green, thanks to all the recent rain.
She dried her hands, thinking about her next move. She didn’t want to love and leave the couple, but time seemed to be passing at double speed this morning.
‘You need to go.’ Norman laughed. ‘So go, lassie.’
Georgie impulsively hugged him, surprised at the strength in his embrace.
‘Here, take this.’ He slipped the hat stall photo into her hand. ‘It doesn’t
