Chapters (39)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Epilogue
- Author’s note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
‘I think the roof’s gone, maybe the whole of the back wall, too. Can’t see how it’ll be saved, to be honest.’
Anna grabbed her coat from the peg. ‘What can I do?’
‘Nothing, love. There’s no point worrying about that old place now. I think we all need to leave. Pat’s packing a bag – you should too. When Old Robbie gets here, you should be ready to go with him.’
‘What?’ Anna said, shocked. ‘But – the Weaver’s Nook isn’t in danger, is it? Or David’s place, or the others?’
Frank’s face was grey with worry and fatigue. ‘I don’t want to think so, but there’s another storm coming in, and with no power we can’t call for help. If there’s another slide, and heaven forbid if it’s worse than the one last night, we could be in real trouble.’
‘What about Douglas McKean? Is he all right?’
‘I couldn’t rouse him. I came back to get a crowbar and David – he’s going to help me knock the door in if there’s still no answer when we go back. But I wanted to let you know what’s going on first. It’s not safe to stay, love. Not anymore.’
Anna nodded. ‘I’ll pack now.’
‘Good lass.’ Frank reached for the latch. ‘I’ll knock again in a bit, or you can head over to Pat when you’re ready to go.’
He stepped out into the storm again, and Anna followed him to the door. ‘Are you well enough to be doing this?’ she asked. ‘I can go with David.’
Frank squared his shoulders beneath the rain and grinned. ‘I’m fit as a fiddle,’ he said. ‘You don’t want to listen to everything Pat says. She’s a born worrier. Wants to wrap a man in cotton wool.’
Anna shook her head. ‘She loves you, that’s all.’ She had to yell the words into the wind and rain.
Frank smiled again as he headed into the rain, shouting back at her through the storm. ‘Get back in the warm. Pack that bag!’
Anna shut the door and went into the living room. For a moment she looked around. She’d only lived here for six months but the idea that she had to leave, and like this, when the Fishergirl’s Luck might not be here to come back to, felt like the worst kind of abandonment. Bren would never have left, she knew. She’d have stayed here no matter how bad the storm. She’d have felt safe inside the four walls of the Fishergirl’s Luck.