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Chapters (62)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. START READING
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The keys in her hand jingled as she sorted through the bunch. ‘I’ve got spares here, if you want them. But don’t go wandering off on your own. I don’t want you getting lost in the woods. It’s a labyrinth out there. Wait until we know our way around.’

Naomi pulled off a ring with two keys and handed them over. She knew her opinion had little importance to the girl before her. ‘Morgan, did you hear what I said?’ she added as she headed towards the front door. ‘Your dad wants you to stick around, help us unpack. We can explore the village tomorrow. I’ll have sorted the Wi-Fi by then.’

The mention of her father made Morgan stop in her tracks. She would not risk pissing him off – at least, not yet.

‘Fine,’ Morgan said between clenched teeth, as her father carried in their sleeping bags. As if someone had flicked a switch, a smile rose to her face. ‘I’ve downloaded a movie on to my laptop. We can watch it together if you like.’

‘That’s a bonnie idea,’ Ed said, dropping his haul to the floor. ‘We’ll get the fire going, have a wee drink to celebrate.’ He raised a bottle of champagne from one of the bags he’d just carried in. ‘And bucks fizz for you,’ he said to Morgan. ‘Don’t make a face. You shouldn’t be drinking at all.’ He pointed to a broom in the corner of the room. ‘You can sweep the floor,’ Ed continued. ‘We’ll sleep in front of the fireplace tonight. It’ll be dead cosy.’

Naomi gazed at her husband in appreciation. It would be better when their furniture arrived, and the renovation was under way.

But her entry to her new home wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined it as Morgan stomped back to her chosen room. Outside, the sky darkened, casting their cottage in further gloom. Switching on the light, Naomi did her best to ignore the cobwebs overhead. She could have organised some cleaners, but she had wanted to examine every inch of the house herself for evidence. She was itching to get into the study. To open her folders and journals and make some notes on the house. But her computer was on the moving van and for tonight at least, the case would have to wait.