Chapter 28
Clare sat out on the verandah, watching the sun rise towards its zenith, grasping for a handle on her seething emotions. Vignettes of her and Tom together in the garden at Quimby Downs crowded her mind.
Samson stood on watch beside her. Jack still wasn’t back. Clare ignored the kernel of fear buried deep in her belly, buried behind the images of her and Tom and the sweet smell of the grass beneath them. Nothing would go wrong today. Jack would be home soon, she just knew it. The phone in the hall rang. Clare tripped over Samson in her rush to answer it. Hallelujah, it was Taylor.
‘We’re just about to leave Dalby,’ said Taylor.
Dalby was an hour away. It still seemed like forever to wait, but in the mood Clare was in, it was easy to stay positive. They were on their way home,
