Chapter 35
Long shadows made the quiet street look like a ghost town. It matched the feeling of emptiness in Annie’s chest, as if some part of her was missing. Lost forever. Her childhood, perhaps. Nalong was a pretty sleepy town to begin with, but on a public holiday, and now after-hours, there was hardly anyone around at all. Everyone was either still celebrating with a game of backyard cricket, watching the tennis on telly, or swimming down at the river. All that was missing were tumbleweeds, although a rogue chip packet was trying hard to set the scene. The ute overtook it when it got caught on a weed growing out from a road drain.
A tentative tap echoed over Annie’s head so she wound down the window.
‘Are we taking the scenic route to the jewellery store?’ Harry asked.
‘Just gathe
