There was nothing Heather wanted to do more. She was tired of the noise and the smells and the crowds. She’d much rather go back to the barn with Jess, sit and chat and sketch and listen to music. Her plan to watch over Flora and stop her leaving the caravan park had failed miserably. And Jess was useless, even though she’d promised to help her keep Flora away from Dylan. But she’d made her feelings perfectly clear earlier: Jess obviously felt that she was being too protective of Flora.

She would have to come up with another plan.

She let Jess lead her away. Yet the uneasy feeling wouldn’t leave her.

Chapter 28

28

Margot

Margot had spent all weekend at her daughter’s bedside – visiting hours allowing. She wanted to cherish every waking moment with Heather. She’d nearly lost her and, even though she knows the road ahead won’t be easy, at least she’s alive and recovering a little more each day. And Margot will do her best to make sure she doesn’t go to prison.

The police are still standing guard. Heather’s been moved out of the ICU to a private room, mainly because of the police presence but also because the hospital doesn’t want the other patients to be alarmed. The doctors – thank the Lord – aren’t allowing Heather to be interviewed yet, saying she’s still in no fit state emotionally to deal with the fact that all the evidence points to her shooting dead two people. Heather has said she can’t remember a thing about that fateful day. Margot had tried to probe her gently, asking her if she remembered anything, but Heather had got distressed and Adam had glared at her disapprovingly.

‘Give it time,’ Dr Khan said, when she passed her pacing the corridor. ‘It’s common for patients to be unable to recollect any memories from the time of their brain trauma. She might never get them back.’

Could Margot live with that? The not-knowing? She thinks so, if it means having Heather back where she belongs.