She was pleased to note that the chosen architect had retained some of the period character and that the new was in keeping with the old. With her heart beating faster, and the warmest of memories in her mind, she stood on the pavement taking in the scene, her senses heightened by the salty sea air and her glad heart beating fifteen to the dozen because she was really here … in Littleton … her childhood joy, and fantasy playground. For one poignant, fleeting moment, she was that little girl again, standing outside this very hotel together with her mum and dad, and her baby sister. The magical nostalgic moment was threatened as she thought of Paula. Even now, she found it difficult to believe what she had seen with her own eyes: Martin and her sister, fornicating, so lost in each other that it took a while for them to realise she was even there. Forcing the hurtful memories to the back of her mind, she took stock of the hotel again. Surprisingly, she felt the same excitement looking at it now as she had when she first came here as a child.
