Nora didn’t answer his loud knocking on the front or back door either. Colin jammed his hands into his pockets, as much for warmth as from habit. The morning had turned cool and the heavy clouds overhead promised rain before the afternoon. Was Nora so angry she refused to open the door? He shook his head. If she were inside, he would have heard Phoebe barking in response to his knocks. So where had they gone? He set off down the lane to the main road, where he paused. From what he could see of this side of the lake, Nora wasn’t close by. Perhaps he’d try the village, though the thought of facing her in public after what his father had told her nearly made him turn around.With his jaw clenched in determination, Colin headed for Larksbeck. Nora was likely getting groceries, and the sooner he found her, the sooner he could explain everything. A few droplets of rain dripped onto his jacket as he crossed the bridge. He went to Mr. Bagley’s shop first, but the man informed him Nora hadn’t been by that morning.
