The Return
Chapters (73)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Anita Frank
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Part Two
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- About the Publisher
Cover
About the Author
ANITA FRANK was born in Shropshire and studied English and American History at the University of East Anglia. She lives in Berkshire with her husband and three children and is now a full-time carer for her disabled son. Her debut novel The Lost Ones was shortlisted for the Goldsboro Books Glass Bell Award and the Historical Writers’ Association Debut Crown Award. The Return is her second novel.
Also by Anita Frank
The Lost Ones
Note to Readers
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Dedication
For Mum and Dad
With all my love
Part One
Chapter One
Gwen
8th May 1945
It is Tom who hears them first.
She has been watching him run up and down the grassy margins at the edge of the field, his arms flung wide, the tops of his wellies flapping against his skinny calves. Although she cannot hear over the deafening putter of the tractor, she can easily imagine the nasal drone he is making as he swoops and dives, mimicking the Spitfires that sometimes fly over the farm.
She eases down the left-hand brake as she approaches the end of the row. As she feeds the steering wheel through her hands, bouncing on the Fordson’s scooped steel seat, she notices him pull up. He stands rigid, his narrow chest rising and falling, his blond head cocked to one side, a shallow furrow in his brow.
Bringing the vehicle about, she twists around to check on Nora who is standing on the running board of the seed drill being pulled behind. The Land Girl sweeps her hand through the heaped grain in the trough before her, then lifts her head and grins. She offers Gwen a thumbs up, reassurance that the seed is falling evenly. Gwen nods in acknowledgement and allows her gaze to stray back to her son, who remains stationary by the hedgerow. Dark fumes belch from the exhaust stack as she lightly presses her foot to the throttle.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Tom turn. He starts to run across the harrowed soil, waving his arms, shouting, though she is unable to make out his words. Struck by a sense of unease, she slows the tractor until it chugs to a standstill, its coarse engine idling. Behind her, Nora raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, as she too begins to track the boy’s advance.
At last, he reaches them, breathless and excited. He keeps back, wary of the tractor, warned of its dangers from an early age. ‘Mummy!’ he shouts over the grumbling motor. ‘What is it? What’s that noise?’