CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rosie insisted Charlotte take a lunch break, more, Charlotte suspected, to delay any discussion about Harmony, than to ensure she was fed.
She was hungry and at last able to run upstairs to see what was happening behind the fence. From her fridge she grabbed a tub of yoghurt, then hurried to the third bedroom. In the past week she’d spent more time in here than all the months since moving in.
The scene from the window was bizarre. She slid the glass across, pulled up a stool she’d brought in earlier, and opened the tub. Almost as good as popcorn and a movie.
An assortment of media cars and vans lined either side of the track behind the fence. At least three news channels plus a couple of digital newspapers and a national print newspaper were represented, according to
