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
There is no sign of Ted.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Jack tries to reassure Gwen that there will be a rational explanation for Ted’s absence, but his comforting words fail to relieve her concern.
‘If you’re that worried I’ll go over and see him, check everything’s all right,’ he offers, coming up behind her as she stands on the path, watching the lane.
‘I’ll come with you,’ she says quickly. ‘I’ll ask Muriel to hang on with Tom. We shouldn’t be long.’
They walk side by side, at times so close their fingers almost touch. The silence between them is comfortable and yet there is an underlying tension that neither of them attempts to address.
Ted’s farm is quiet when they arrive. The yard is deserted and at the house blank windows are framed by curtains that have yet to be drawn, even though the day’s light has drained away. The back of Jack’s neck prickles. It is a sensation he is all too familiar with. But not in this setting.
Gwen knocks on the back door. Receiving no answer, she hammers again. Her face is pinched with concern as she cups her eyes to peer through the glass. Finding the door unlocked, she lets herself in, calling out Ted’s name. The kitchen is as neat as the day they had taken lunch. There is a revealing stillness to the air and as they move together through the house, the silence that greets them is deafening.
‘Where on earth is he?’ Gwen asks.
‘I’ll go and take a look outside. Why don’t you see if you can find any clues in here as to where he might have gone?’ Jack suggests, picking up a torch sitting on the kitchen sideboard. The bulb glows when he tests it.
‘It’s too late for him to be walking the farm.’ Gwen chews anxiously at a fingernail.
Jack knows they share the same instinct that something is terribly wrong.
‘Let me have a quick scoot around, I’ll be right back.’
Outside, he hollers for Ted. He swings the torch beam across the yard, assessing the different buildings: a rundown pig sty; a stable block with a flight of steps running up its side to the storeroom above. And then he sees the barn, with its red-brick footings and creosoted wooden walls. He walks slowly towards it.
The smell hits him as soon as he pushes open the small side door. His stomach knots and his pulse picks up, fuelled by a surge of adrenaline. He calls Ted’s name in the same gentle tone one might use to wake a sleeping child. But he knows Ted is not sleeping.