She wrapped her raincoat around herself, specks of rain falling on her head. This wasn’t quite like the ethereal underwater forests she’d seen in Busby-on-Sea and in India. Faith would probably still like it though. Hope would love it. So moody and dramatic, perfect fodder for her poems. Charity sighed just as she always did each time she thought of her sister. They hadn’t talked once since Charity moved to Norfolk three months ago to cover someone’s maternity leave. In fact, they’d barely talked at all since that night in Austria when Charity confirmed Hope’s suspicions. ‘What happened?’ Hope had asked with a trembling voice. ‘I want to know exactly what happened.’ Charity stared at her sister, trying to find the words. She hadn’t been able to find them for the past ten years. She’d been a coward. But she had been so young and secrets can grow like a weed. ‘I snuck out to meet Niall,’ Charity began, trying to stop herself from crying. She knew Hope would resent her tears.
