But somehow the long silences seemed louder than anything, a jumble of unspoken words surging between them. ‘That must have been hard for you,’ Jed said eventually as they waited for the ferry to travel inch by inch across the river. ‘To leave Mo there. I know you’d only had her for a short time, but you’d bonded.’ Tamsyn nodded. ‘It was harder than I expected, although I don’t have any right to feel that way, not really. I know Catriona’s her mother, and seeing her looking at Mo that way, I knew it was the right thing to do. And she’s going to be around in my life for a while yet, her and Kirsten. I’m going to keep an eye on her, help her out when I can.’ ‘That’s good of you,’ Jed said. ‘Is it good, or just … the right thing to do?’ Tamsyn asked him. ‘It’s both.’ Jed nodded. ‘And now, the wedding day. I hear the church is looking amazing; that Keira did an incredible job.’ ‘I don’t doubt it,’ Tamsyn said, slowly pulling Sue’s rickety old car onto the ferry, reasonably sure that the brakes would kick in again before it drove off the other side.
