Chapter Forty-five
‘Pity these wings of mine don’t flap.’ Matthew said. ‘I could have swooped down and rescued it.’
‘I’m so sorry, Matthew! I should have—’
‘Not a problem. Nothing you could do. That breeze flew up from nowhere.’
‘I’ll contact Anna tomorrow and ask her what she wrote.’
‘So what did you see in the letter before the wind took it from you? What did Anna think our names appeared in?’
Rosetta winced. ‘That’s as far as I got, unfortunately.’
‘Well, we’re both mentioned a bit online.’
‘An occupational hazard.’
‘So probably that’s what Anna was referring to.’ He nudged her elbow. ‘Unless she was talking about the unpublished manuscript.’
Rosetta tried to remain serious. ‘Perhaps she was saying we appear in that!’
Matthew’s voice melted into laughter. ‘Told you we were in
