Chapter Six
I get found out!
Thoughts of Rob filled my mind day and night. I could think of little else. I was just about to reply to his email when Peter appeared at the door and walked towards me saying, “I need to get on the computer”.
Quickly switching back to the word document, I stood up and moved away from my chair, desperately hoping Peter wouldn’t look at the emails. Why had he returned home? I hadn’t heard the front door open. Why wasn’t he at the Butcher’s Arms with Ken? He wasn’t due back until much later in the evening. He doesn’t usually come home this early. Why this evening? I wondered. Oh, why this evening? He hasn’t bothered with the computer for ages. If he needs any information he leaves me a note and I search the net for him.
As I moved away from the computer, I wa
