A quick check of the time told her it was two-fifteen. Concerned, she slipped out of bed and ran across to the window seat just in time to see a pair of headlights clip the corner of the coach house and disappear from view. It had to be Chas. On his way back to London, cho...
It was time to go. Grabbing a pair of dark glasses, she left her flat and went down the stairs. No one would question the dark circles under her eyes. Or that she was going directly to the hospital to see her grandmother. For many of The Sadler’s long-time staff and freque...