Chapter 42
Nina stepped onto the verandah and c****d her head. The rain had stopped. Strange, to no longer hear its steady drum on the roof. She’d flown home from Moree with clearing skies and a light spirit, having shown the police and her astonished parents the taped interview – incontrovertible evidence of Dad’s innocence. The sound of Ric and Sophie bickering came through the kitchen window, and she moved closer to listen.
‘I told you,’ said Sophie. ‘I’m going to live here with Nina. I like her old bedroom. It’s got pony curtains.’
‘What would your mother say?’ said Ric. ‘She wanted you to live with me, not with a stranger.’
Sophie’s voice swelled with indignation. ‘Nina’s not a stranger. She’s my friend, and anyway, Mum wouldn’t care.’ A chair squeaked inside and the little girl c
