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As she drew to a halt outside Ivy Cottage, her phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Chris: Have I been forgiven enough to take you to the cinema?
She’d told him she’d think about it.
I can’t this week, I’m busy, she replied.
Next week? came his immediate reply before she’d even left the car.
She didn’t text back.
Taking the bag of groceries indoors, Jan put the cold food in the fridge and left the other items she’d bought for tonight on the counter in the kitchen. Food had enticed them to the window before and she hoped it would again. All she had to do now was keep her nerve until dark and be ready with her camera.
FORTY-FOUR
Ian spent most of Wednesday afternoon in a secluded corner of The Coffee Shop, laptop open and using their Wi-Fi to work. It was easier to come here than go home and have to explain to Emma why he was back early from the office. She always arrived home before him, so he would return at his usual time and let her assume he’d been at work all day.
But it was proving impossible to concentrate. His thoughts kept wandering to Moller and their meeting that morning. The more Ian thought about it, the more he saw that Carstan Moller had got rid of him very easily by promising to check his records and offering compensation. Ian felt a sucker. He should have stood his ground and challenged him, asked him how many others had received the same donor sperm, demanded that Moller check his records in front of him and show him proof of his findings.
Annoyed with himself for being so easily taken in, Ian finished his second cup of coffee and, staring at his laptop, tried again to concentrate on work. It was now four o’clock and there was at least an hour and a half before he could return home. But the thought of seeing Emma didn’t fill him with the joy it had just a few days ago. Before long he’d have to tell her what the paternity tests had revealed. It was going to be dreadful. It couldn’t be anything else.
His phone vibrated with an incoming call, and as he picked it up he was surprised to see Moller’s number.
‘Good afternoon, Ian, Carstan here, phoning as promised.’ He sounded very upbeat.
‘Yes?’ Ian said warily.
‘I appreciated you needed an early response, so I cancelled my afternoon appointments to deal with your matter expeditiously. I am sorry to say that the test results you sent me are correct. I’ve cross-checked our records and a mistake was made. An incorrect donor number was recorded on your file, and I’m afraid you and your wife do share the same donor.’
‘I thought so,’ Ian said numbly.