Chapter 43
As the car turned out of the driveway and onto the narrow bitumen road, Lucas tried yet again to figure out what had gone wrong. The car sped up and trees smeared past the window, blurring his vision and numbing his brain. The hills to the west crowded his window, looming over him in silent accusation. He wanted to scream at them that it wasn’t his fault. He’d done everything she’d asked. And hadn’t done a thing he’d wanted for himself. Why should the hills frown at him in judgment? She didn’t give a rat’s about him. How was that his fault? All along she’d wanted him to leave her alone. She’d even shouted it at him, and he still hadn’t listened. Stupidly he’d hoped that it was because of her mother, but she was gone now, and still …
‘Lucas, what did she mean?’ Lily’s voice gra
