He always felt he had been right to try and stay at their side until they were safe back home in Rottingdean.
He did not guess what took place when Carrie slipped off to pick up some papers from Naulakha, their old home.
Stepping through the echoing shell of the chill house, Carrie climbed to the second floor.
She threw the light switch.
They’d planned to put playrooms up here one day when the girls were older.
There was Rud’s billiard table still, a scarlet ball standing alone out on the green baize, forgotten.
And there was his old roll-top desk, stored up here when he chose a more convenient model.
Carrie walked across to stand beside it. Her mouth twisting, she stared into the words Rud had carved into the frame.
‘Oft was I weary when I worked at thee.’
At last, she turned and
