Now Lorna blushes. ‘Thank you, that’s kind.’ She scribbles her number down on a napkin and slides it across the counter to Melissa. ‘If you remember anything . . . it’s hard to ask Mum now, what with the dementia, but any information you might have . . . I’d love to find out what happened to Daphne.’

Melissa nods. ‘Sure,’ she says, pocketing the napkin in her thick cardigan.

Lorna buys some croissants, then ambles over the bridge to the corner shop to get milk. As she walks back to the cottage she wonders about her mother and Daphne. Were they in love and did they fall out? Was that why Daphne was never in their lives after they left Beggars Nook, and why they left so suddenly? As far as she’s always been aware, her mother had never had a boyfriend. Why did she feel she had to hide her sexuality from Lorna for all those years?

There is so much about her mother she doesn’t know, she realizes. Had never bothered to ask, even when she was an adult. Was she that self-obsessed, refusing to see what was behind Rose’s frumpy, self-contained façade? Not even bothering to care? She’d just accepted there was no father in her life. Accepted her mother’s version of events. In hindsight she can see there were inconsistencies in her mother’s stories. She kept things simple, never elaborated. Not that Lorna had really asked. She’d never been a particularly inquisitive child.

Guilt and regret wash over her. All those wasted years when she could have really got to know her mother.

When she reaches the cottage the front door is flung open and Saffy stands there, anxiety radiating from her. Something’s wrong.

‘What is it?’

She’s still in her pyjamas. ‘The police rang about speaking to Gran again. They want to do it today!’

37

Saffy

MUM HAS TRIED TO PERSUADE ME TO STAY BEHIND BUT I can’t. I have to be there when the police speak to Gran. I need to protect her as best I can. I’m driving and Mum is in the passenger seat, tension emanating from her. I knew the police would want to talk to Gran again but the fact it’s such short notice concerns me. Now they know Neil Lewisham died when she lived in the house, is she a suspect?

‘I just can’t believe Gran knew about this, can you?’ I say, as we head towards the motorway. Mum remains silent and I bristle. ‘Can you?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t think so, honey, but –’

‘But what?’ I snap. ‘You can’t possibly think Gran is capable of murder.’

Mum snorts. ‘Of course not. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know something. She could have been there when it happened. Maybe even helped cover it up.’