‘What? As in home to his parents in London? With Hannah and Ruby?’

‘No, on his own.’

Chloe tried to process this news. ‘So has he left them? For good?’

‘Possibly. Antonia didn’t have any more details apart from that Jordan had moved into the granny annexe and was driving his mother mad expecting to be waited on hand and foot. The little toe rag won’t say too much more, but apparently Jacob is furious with him.’

‘What about Hannah and Ruby?’

‘Still in Bristol as far as I know.’ Fraser swore. ‘I feel like going round to the Reeses’ as soon as I’m back in England from this conference and teaching that bastard a bloody lesson.’

‘Don’t even think about it, Fraser! This isn’t about you or Jordan. It’s about Hannah. If he has left her on her own with the baby, imagine how she must be feeling. Unless she kicked him out. I do hope so!’ Chloe was ready to rush out herself, but not to thump Jordan.

‘I know how I’m feeling,’ Fraser continued. ‘Relieved and bloody furious. If I …’

She listened to Fraser ranting for a while, itching to get him off the phone so she could decide what to do next. Eventually, she managed to convince him to let her deal with things and promised to phone him the moment she knew any more.

It took all her composure to walk back into the harbour office to say she had to leave, but the meeting had finished so she practically ran back to the Crow’s Nest. She needed space and time to work out her next move – if any.

She went out to the balcony where the Marisco was motoring back into the harbour under a warm morning sun. Drew had taken a group to Brixham and while in port he’d said he would visit Katya and Connor. Hannah wondered how he must feel, with the possibility of his son moving so far away.

An idea lodged in her mind, as unstoppable as the festival itself … Drew was back home now … If she was going to see Hannah, now or tomorrow were the only times she could get away, especially if she wanted to take Drew with her, as he’d offered.