Martin and Roger had been very thoughtful in the way they’d telephoned each day to reassure her that everything possible was being done to find out what had happened to her brother – but neither of them voiced their deepest fear that the chances of Freddy being found alive had dwindled with each passing hour of silence. Charlotte had telephoned a couple of times, but she’d been tearful and mostly incoherent, which made Kitty feel depressed and even more helpless. As the first week drifted into the second and there was still no news, Charlotte threw herself into work and didn’t phone again. Their letters went back and forth, but they offered little comfort to either of them, for only the news of Freddy’s fate could ease the torture of this terrible state of uncertainty. Following Charlotte’s lead, Kitty pushed herself even harder in the gym. She used the weights to strengthen her arms and thighs, and did more and more sit-ups to tone her stomach muscles, and with every exercise she did and every step she took, it was with a prayer for Freddy.
