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Almost Lost
CHAPTER SIX
While Cassie stood, frozen in shock and clueless as to how she should handle Dylan’s theft, she realized that Madison had already made up her mind.
“I’m not eating stolen goods,” the young girl announced. “You can have it back.”
She held out the candy stick to Dylan.
“Why are you giving it back? I took it for you because you wanted a candy stick, and the first shop didn’t have them, and then Cassie was being stingy and wouldn’t buy you one.”
Dylan spoke in aggrieved tones, as if he’d expected thanks for saving the day.
“Yes, but I don’t want a stolen one.”
Shoving it into his hand, Madison folded her arms.
“If you don’t take it, I won’t offer it again.”
“I said no.”
Chin jutted, Madison marched away.
“You’re with me or you’re against me. You know what Mum always says,” Dylan shouted after her. With worry surging inside her at another mention of their mother, Cassie detected more than a hint of menace in his tone.
“OK, enough now.”
In a few fast steps, Cassie grabbed Madison’s arm and turned her around, bringing her back so that they all stood facing each other on the cobbled sidewalk. She felt cold with dread. The situation was spiraling out of control, the children were starting to fight, and she hadn’t even addressed the issue of the theft. No matter how traumatized they were, or what emotions they were suppressing, this was a criminal act.
She was all the more appalled that this store belonged to someone who was friendly with the family. The owner had even offered them a ride to town! You shouldn’t steal from a person who’d offered you a ride. Well, you shouldn’t steal from anybody, but particularly not from a woman who had generously tried to help that very morning.
“Let’s go and sit down.”
There was a tearoom on her left which looked full, but, spotting a couple getting up from a booth, she hustled the children to the door.
A minute later they were seated in the warm interior that smelled deliciously of coffee and crisp, buttery pastry.
Cassie stared down at the menu, feeling helpless, because every second that passed was proving to the children that she had no idea how to handle this.
Ideally, she supposed Dylan should be made to go back in and pay for what he’d taken, but what if he refused? She also wasn’t clear what the penalties were for shoplifting here in the UK. He might end up in trouble if the store policy dictated that the clerk had to report it to the police.
Then Cassie thought back to the timeline of events and realized there might be a different perspective.
She remembered that Madison had mentioned roasting chestnuts with their mother just before Dylan had stolen the sweets. Perhaps this quiet boy had heard his sister’s words and been reminded of the trauma the family had been through.
He might have been acting out his repressed emotions over the divorce by deliberately doing something forbidden. The more Cassie thought about it, the more the explanation made sense.
In which case, it would be better to handle this in a more sensitive way.
She glanced at Dylan, who was paging through his menu, looking completely unconcerned.
Madison also seemed to have gotten over her flare-up of temper. Having refused the stolen sweet and given Dylan a piece of her mind, the matter seemed to have been handled to her satisfaction. She was now engrossed in reading the descriptions of the various milkshakes.
“All right,” Cassie said. “Dylan, please give me all the sweets you took. Clean out your pockets.”
Dylan rummaged in his jacket and took out four candy sticks and a packet of Turkish delight.
Cassie stared down at the small pile.
He hadn’t taken a lot. This wasn’t theft on a grand scale. It was the fact he’d taken them at all that was the problem—and that he didn’t think it was wrong.
“I’m going to confiscate those sweets because it’s not right to take something without paying. That shop assistant could get into trouble if the money in the till doesn’t match up with the stock. And you could have landed in bigger trouble. All these stores have cameras.”
“OK,” he said, looking bored.
“I’m going to have to tell your father, and we’ll see what he decides to do. Please don’t do this again, no matter how much you’re trying to help, or how unfair you think the world is being to you, or how upset you are feeling about family issues. It could lead to serious consequences. Understand?”
She took the sweets and stashed them in her purse.
Watching the children, she saw that Madison, who didn’t need the warning, was looking far more worried than Dylan was. He was staring at her with what she could only interpret as puzzlement. He gave a small nod, and she guessed that was all she was going to get.
She’d done what she could. All she could do now was pass the information on to Ryan and let him take it further.
“Are you thinking of a milkshake, Madison?” she asked.
“You can’t go wrong with chocolate,” Dylan advised, and just like that, the tension was broken and they were back to normal again.
Cassie was relieved beyond measure that she’d been able to manage the situation. She realized her hands were shaking and she put them under the table so the children wouldn’t see.
She’d always avoided fights because it brought back memories of the times when she’d been an unwilling, helpless participant. She recalled fragmented scenes of bellowing voices and screams of pure rage. Smashing of dishes—hiding under the dining room table, she’d felt the shards sting her hands and face.
Given the choice, in any fight, she usually ended up doing the equivalent of hiding away.
Now, she was glad that she’d managed to assert her authority calmly but firmly, and that the day hadn’t turned into a disaster as a result.
The tearoom manager hurried over to take their orders and Cassie started to realize how small this town was, because she also knew the family.
“Hello, Dylan and Madison. How are your parents?”
Cassie cringed, realizing the manager obviously didn’t know the latest news, and she hadn’t discussed with Ryan what she should say. As she was fumbling for the correct words, Dylan spoke.
“They’re fine, thank you, Martha.”
Cassie was grateful for Dylan’s brief response, although she was surprised by how normal he’d sounded. She had thought he and Madison would be upset by the mention of their parents. Perhaps Ryan had told them not to discuss it if people didn’t know. That was probably the reason, she decided, especially since the woman seemed to be in a rush and the question had only been a polite formality.
“Hello, Martha. I’m Cassie Vale,” she said.
“You sound like you’re from America. Are you working for the Ellises?”
Again, Cassie winced at their collective mention.
“Just helping out,” she said, remembering that despite her informal agreement with Ryan, she needed to be careful.
“So difficult to find good help. We’re very short-staffed at this time. One of our waitresses was deported yesterday, due to not having the correct paperwork.”
She glanced at Cassie, who looked down hurriedly. What did the woman mean by this? Did she suspect from Cassie’s accent that she didn’t have a working visa?
Was this a hint that authorities in the neighborhood were clamping down?
Quickly, she and the children placed their orders and to Cassie’s relief, the manager hurried away.
A short while later, a stressed-looking waitress, who was obviously a local, brought them their pies and chips.
Cassie didn’t want to linger over her food and risk another round of chitchat, as the restaurant was starting to empty out. As soon as they’d finished, she went up to the front desk and paid.
Leaving the tearoom, they walked back the way they had come. They stopped off at a pet supplies store where she bought more food for Dylan’s fish, which he told her were named Orange and Lemon, and a bag of bedding for his rabbit, Benjamin Bunny.
As they were heading toward the bus stop, Cassie heard music and noticed a crowd of people had gathered in the cobblestone town square.
“What do you think they’re doing?” Madison noticed the activity at the same moment Cassie’s head turned.
“Can we have a look, Cassie?” Dylan asked.
They headed across the road to find that there was a pop-up entertainment show in progress.
In the north corner of the square, a three-piece live band was playing. In the opposite corner, an artist was creating balloon animals. Already a line of parents with young children had formed.
In the center, a magician, formally dressed in a smart suit with a top hat, was performing tricks.
“Oh, wow. I absolutely love magic tricks,” Madison breathed.
“Me, too,” Dylan agreed. “I would like to study it. I want to know how it works.”
Madison rolled her eyes.
“Easy. It’s magic!”
Just as they arrived, the magician completed his trick, to gasps and applause, and then as the crowd dispersed, he turned to face them.
“Welcome, good people. Thank you for being here on this lovely afternoon. What a fine day it is. But tell me, little lady, are you not a bit cold?”
He beckoned Madison forward.
“Cold? Me? No.” She stepped forward, half smiling in wary amusement.
He held out his empty hands and then moved forward and clapped them close to Madison’s head.
She gasped. As he lowered his cupped hands, in them was a small toy snowman.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
He handed her the toy.
“It was on your shoulder all along, traveling with you,” he explained, and Madison laughed in amazed disbelief.
“So now, let’s see how quick your eyes are. This is how it works. You bet me—any amount you like, as I move four cards around. If you can guess where the queen lands, you double your money. If you can’t, you leave empty-handed. So, would you like to place your bet?”
“I’ll bet! Can I have some money?” Dylan asked.
“Sure. How much do you want to lose?” Cassie rummaged in her jacket pocket.
“I want to lose five pounds, please. Or win ten, of course.”
Aware that a new crowd was gathering behind her, Cassie handed Dylan the money and he paid it over.
“This should be easy for you, young gentleman, I can see you have a quick eye, but remember, the queen is a wily lady and she has won many battles.
“Watch carefully as I deal four cards. See, I am placing them face up, for total disclosure. This is almost too easy. It’s like giving the money away. The queen of hearts, the ace of spades, the nine of clubs, and the jack of diamonds. After all, as they say about marriage, it starts off with hearts and diamonds, but by the end all you need is a club and a spade.”
There were roars of laughter from the audience.
The magician’s allusion to marriage going bad had Cassie glancing nervously at the children, but Madison didn’t seem to have understood the joke, and Dylan’s attention was fixed on the cards.
“Now, I turn them over.”
One by one he deliberately flipped the cards face down.
“And now, I move them.”
Swiftly, but not too fast, he shuffled the four cards. It was a challenge to follow but by the time he stopped, Cassie was fairly sure that the queen was on the extreme right.
“Where is our lady queen?” the magician asked.
Dylan paused, then pointed to the card on the right.
“Are you sure, young sir?”
“I’m sure.” Dylan nodded.
“You have one chance to change your mind.”
“No, I’ll stick with that one. She’s got to be there.”
“She’s got to be there. Well, let us see if the queen agrees, or if one of her consorts has managed to spirit her away into hiding.”
He flipped the card over and Dylan let out an audible groan.
It was the jack of diamonds.
“Dammit,” he said.
“The jack. Always ready to cover for his queen. Loyal to the end. But our queen of hearts, the emblem of love, still eludes us.”
“So where’s the queen?”
“Where indeed?”
Cassie had noticed, while he shuffled the cards around, that there was one he hadn’t touched at all—the one on the far left. That had been the ace of spades.
“I think she’s there,” she guessed, pointing to the card.
“Ah, so here we have a clever lady, pointing to the one card she knows it couldn’t possibly be. But you know what? Miracles happen.”
With a flourish, he uncovered the card—and there was the queen.
Laughter and applause rang through the square and Cassie felt a surge of delight as Dylan and Madison high-fived her.
“What a pity you didn’t put money on it, my lady. You would have been richer now, but that’s the way it goes. Who needs money, when love has chosen you?”
Cassie felt her cheeks redden. If only, she hoped.
“As a memento, you may have the card itself.”
He dropped it into a paper bag and sealed it with a sticker before handing it to Cassie, who put it in the side pocket of her purse.
“I wonder what would have happened if I’d chosen that card,” Dylan remarked as they walked away.
“I’m sure it would have been the jack of diamonds,” Cassie said. “That’s how he makes his money, by switching the cards when people bet.”
“His hands were so fast,” Dylan said, shaking his head.
“They must be naturally good and then train for years on top,” Cassie guessed.
“I suppose they would have to,” Dylan agreed, as they reached the bus stop.
“It’s also misdirection, but I’m not sure how that applies when there are four cards so close together. But it must work somehow.”
“OK, let’s practice. Try and misdirect me, Cassie,” Madison asked.
“I will, but the bus is coming. Let’s get on it first.”
Madison turned to look and while her attention was distracted, Cassie snatched the toffee apple out of her jacket pocket.
“Hey! What did you do? I felt something. And there’s no bus.” Madison turned back, saw Dylan burst out laughing, paused for a moment as she replayed what had happened, and started giggling herself.
“You got me!”
“It’s not always that easy. I was just lucky.”
“The bus is coming, Madison,” Dylan said.
“I’m not looking. You can’t trick me twice.” Still snorting with laughter she folded her arms.
“Then you’ll get left behind,” Dylan told her as the sleek single-decker country bus pulled up at the stop.
During the short ride home they all did their best to misdirect each other. By the time they reached their stop, Cassie’s stomach felt sore from laughing and she was warm with happiness that the day had been a success.
As they unlocked the front door, her cell phone buzzed. It was a message from Ryan, telling her he’d be bringing pizzas home, and were there any toppings she didn’t like?
She typed back, “I’m easy, thanks,” and then realized the connotations as she was about to press Send.
Her face felt hot as she erased the words and replaced them with, “Any toppings are good. Thank you.”
A minute later her phone buzzed again and she grabbed it, eager for Ryan’s next message.
This text wasn’t from him. It was from Renee, one of her old school friends from back home.
“Hey, Cassie, someone was looking for you this morning. A woman, calling from France. She was trying to find you but she wouldn’t say more. Can I give her your number?”
Cassie reread the message and suddenly the village didn’t feel remote or safe anymore.
With her ex-employer’s trial upcoming in Paris, and the defense team searching for more witnesses, she was terrified that the net was closing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As she helped the children with their evening routine of bath time and pajamas, Cassie couldn’t get the disturbing message out of her mind. She tried to convince herself that Pierre Dubois’s legal team could have called her directly, without needing to track down an old school friend, but the fact remained that someone was looking for her.
She urgently needed to find out who that person was.
After she’d tidied the bathroom, she messaged Renee back.
“Do you have a number for the lady? Did she give you her name?”
Leaving her phone behind, she headed through to the kitchen and helped Madison set the table with all the extras that accompanied pizza—salt and pepper, crushed garlic, Tabasco sauce, and mayonnaise.
“Dylan likes the mayo,” she explained. “I think it’s yuck.”
“I do, too,” Cassie confessed, and her heart leaped as she heard the front door open.
Madison rushed out of the kitchen, with Cassie close behind.
“Pizza delivery!” Ryan called, handing Madison the pile of boxes. “It’s good to be indoors. It was getting icy out there, and dark, too.”
He saw Cassie and just as she’d hoped, his face broke into that wickedly attractive grin.
“Hello, Cassie! You’re looking beautiful. I see you have some color in your cheeks after all our seaside air. I can’t wait to hear about your day.”
Cassie smiled back at him, grateful that he’d assumed her flushed face was caused by the fresh air, and not by the fact that she’d started feeling excited and strangely self-conscious as soon as he’d walked in.
As she took the boxes from him, she told herself it would be a good thing when this crush on her boss calmed down.
A few minutes later, Ryan joined them in the kitchen, and Cassie saw he was holding a brown paper bag.
“I bought gifts for everyone,” he announced.
“What did you get me?” Madison asked.
“Patience, sweetheart. Let’s all sit down first.”
When the children were seated at the table, he opened the bag.
“Maddie, I bought you this.”
It was a black, fitted top with a pink glittery slogan that was written upside down.
“This is my Handstand Shirt,” the slogan read.
“Oh, that’s so pretty. I can’t wait to wear it to gym,” Madison said, beaming in delight as she turned the shirt, watching the light catch the sparkles.
“For you, Dylan, this.”
His gift was a neon yellow, long-sleeved cycling top.
“Cool, Dad. Thanks.”
“I hope it keeps you safe, now that the mornings are getting so dark. And for you, Cassie, I bought these.”
To Cassie’s amazement, Ryan took a pair of elegant, warm gloves from the bag. Her eyes widened as she realized they were almost identical to the ones she’d tried on in town.
“Oh, they’re absolutely beautiful, and they will be so useful.”
To her consternation, Cassie realized she was in the throes of her crush once again and was imagining herself wearing them while sitting outside and sipping wine with him.
“I hope they’re the right size. I tried my best to picture your hands while I was buying them,” Ryan said.
For a moment Cassie couldn’t breathe as she wondered if he was thinking the same way she was.
“So, did you enjoy yourselves today?” Ryan asked.
“We had such fun. There was a magician in town. He gave me a snowman, and he tricked Dylan and took five pounds off him, but then Cassie guessed where the card was and won the card, although no money.”
“What card did she win?” Ryan asked his daughter.
“The queen of hearts, so the magician said love is coming her way.”
Cassie took a drink of orange juice because she didn’t know where to look and was shy about meeting Ryan’s gaze.
“Well, I think Cassie deserves that card and all it brings,” Ryan said, and she nearly spilled her juice as she put the glass down.
“What did you do after that?” he asked.
“We started talking all about misdirection on the way to the bus, and Cassie misdirected me and stole my toffee apple!”
The words burst out of Madison, and although Dylan was too busy eating pizza to say much, he nodded enthusiastically.
“We bought you something as well,” Cassie said, and shyly handed over the cashew nuts.
“My favorite! I have a busy day tomorrow and I’m going to take these with me and have them for lunch. What a treat. Thank you for such a thoughtful gift.”
As he said the last words, he looked directly at Cassie and his blue gaze held hers for several moments.
After the pizzas had been devoured—Cassie hadn’t had much of an appetite but the others had made up for it and finished every slice—she took the children through to the family room for their allotted TV time, and after watching a talent show they all enjoyed, she put them to bed.
Madison was still excited by the day’s adventures and by the talent show, which had featured two groups of school gymnasts.
“I think I want to be a gymnast one day,” she said.
“It takes hard work, but if it’s your dream, you must follow it,” Cassie advised.
“I feel like I can’t sleep.”
“Do you want to talk some more? Or should I read you a story?”
Cassie tried not to feel impatient at the thought of Ryan, sitting outside with his wine, waiting for her. Or perhaps he wouldn’t wait, but would have an early night instead. In which case, she’d miss the opportunity to tell him about Dylan’s shoplifting.
The memory jolted her. In her happiness over the thoughtful gift, and the chatter at the dinner table, she’d forgotten about that unpleasant incident. It was her duty to tell Ryan, even if it ended up spoiling what had been a wonderful day.
“I’d like to read for a while.”
Madison scrambled out from between the sheets, headed for the shelf, and selected a book she had obviously read many times, because its spine was creased and its pages dog-eared.
“This is the story of an ordinary girl who becomes a ballet dancer. I really enjoy it, it’s exciting. Every time I read it, it’s exciting. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
“No, not at all. The best stories always make you feel that way,” Cassie said.
“Cassie, do you think they teach gymnastics at boarding school?”
That mention of boarding again. Cassie paused.
“Yes, especially since boarding schools are usually bigger schools. They’ll have lots of sports facilities there I should think.”
Madison seemed satisfied with that answer, but then she had another thought.
“Do boarding schools let you stay there during the holidays?”
“No, you have to come home for the holidays. Why would you want to stay at school?”
Cassie hoped Madison would answer, but she pulled the duvet up to her chin and opened her book.
“I just wondered. Good night. I’ll turn my light out later.”
“I’ll check on you,” Cassie promised, before closing the door.
She sprinted to her room, grabbed her coat and pulled on the beautiful new gloves, and rushed to the balcony.
To her relief, Ryan was still there. In fact, she saw with a thrill of happiness that he’d waited for her before pouring the wine. As soon as he saw her he got to his feet, moved her chair closer to his, and plumped up the cushion before she sat down.
“Cheers. Thank you so much for today. It’s the best feeling in the world to see the kids so happy.”
“Cheers.”
As she touched her wineglass to his, she remembered that it hadn’t been a perfect day. There had been a serious incident. How was she going to tell him? What if he criticized her and said she should have handled it differently?
It would be better to ease into it, she decided, and to bring the topic up in a conversational way. She hoped Ryan might mention his divorce again, because that would provide the perfect opening for her to say, “You know, I think this divorce might have been troubling Dylan more than we’ve been realizing, because just after Madison mentioned her mother, he stole some sweets from the store.”
They spoke for a while about the weather—tomorrow was supposed to be a fine day—and the children’s schedule. Ryan explained that the school bus would pick them up at seven-thirty in the morning, by which time he would already be gone, and that the children would tell her what time school ended, and if they needed to be taken to any activities.
“There’s a timetable on the inside of my cupboard door, if you want to check,” he said. “I update it whenever there’s a change in timing.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll check it if I need to,” Cassie said.
“You know,” Ryan said, and Cassie tensed, draining the last of her wine, because the tone of his voice had changed, becoming more serious. She was sure he was going to mention his divorce, and that meant it would be time for her to bring up the difficult topic of Dylan’s shoplifting.
He refilled their glasses before continuing.
“You know, you were very much on my mind today. As soon as I saw those gloves I thought of you and I realized how much I enjoyed our chat outside yesterday The gloves were really a way of saying that I would love you to spend every evening out here with me.”
For a moment Cassie didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe what Ryan had just said. Then, as his words sank in, she felt happiness fill her.
“I’ll be glad to. I loved the time we spent together last night.”
She wanted to add more, but stopped herself. She must be careful of spilling out the emotions that were rising inside her, because Ryan’s comment might just have been politeness.
“Do they fit well?” He took her left hand in his cupped palm and ran his thumb gently over her fingers.
“Yes, they are a perfect fit. And I can’t feel the cold in them at all.”
Her heart was beating so fast she wondered if he’d be able to feel her pulse pounding as he gently stroked his fingers over her wrist, before releasing his grasp.
“I admire you so much, taking such a big step to travel overseas. Did you decide to do this all on your own? Or with a friend?”
“All on my own,” Cassie said, glad that he appreciated what it took.
“That’s incredible. What do your family think?”
Cassie didn’t want to lie, so she did her best to skirt the issue.
“Everyone was supportive. Friends, family, and my previous employers. I did have a few friends tell me I would be homesick and would come back soon, but that hasn’t happened.”
“And did you leave anyone special behind? A boyfriend, perhaps?”
Cassie could hardly breathe as she realized what this question might imply. Was Ryan hinting at something? Or was it just a conversational question, finding out more about her? She needed to be cautious because she was so star-struck by him that she could easily babble out something inappropriate.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I dated a guy earlier this year, back in the States, but we broke up a while before I left.”
That wasn’t true. She’d broken up with her abusive ex only a couple of weeks before leaving, and one of her main reasons for traveling overseas had been to get so far away that he couldn’t follow and she couldn’t change her mind.
Cassie couldn’t give Ryan the correct version. Right here and now, watching the white crests of the distant waves roll to shore, she wanted him to think that her last relationship was far in her past. That she was serene and unscarred and ready for a new one.
“I’m glad you shared that with me. It would be wrong of me not to make sure,” Ryan said softly. “And I assume you must have ended things, because I can’t see it being the other way round.”
Cassie stared at him, hypnotized by his pale blue eyes, feeling as if she were in a dream.
“Yes, I did. It wasn’t working out and I had to make a hard decision.”
He nodded.
“That’s what I sensed about you from the first time we spoke. Your inner strength. That ability to know what you want, and to strive for it, and yet you have this amazing empathy and gentleness and wisdom.”
“Well, I don’t know about wise. I don’t feel very wise most of the time.”
Ryan laughed. “That’s because you’re too busy living life to be overly introspective. Another great quality.”
“Hey, I feel that while I’m here, I might learn from an expert in that regard,” she countered.
“Isn’t life the most fun when you spend it with somebody who makes it worth living?”
His words were teasing, but his face was serious, and she found she couldn’t look away.
“Yes, definitely,” she whispered.
This didn’t feel like a normal conversation. It meant something more. It must.
Ryan put his glass down and took her hand, helping her out of the deep cushion. His arm slid round her waist, casually, for a few moments as she turned to go back inside.
“I hope you sleep well,” he said, when they reached her bedroom door.
His hand brushed the small of her back as he leaned toward her and for a moment her amazed eyes took in the shape of his mouth, sensual and firm, framed by a soft outline of stubble.
Then his lips touched hers for just a moment before he drew away and said, softly, “Good night.”
Cassie watched until he’d closed his bedroom door and then, feeling as if she were floating on air, she checked that Madison’s light was out and returned to her room.
With a jolt, she realized she’d forgotten to tell Ryan about the shoplifting.
There hadn’t been the opportunity. The evening had not turned out that way. It had gone in a completely different direction, an unexpected one that had left her feeling amazed and hopeful and expectant. With that kiss, she felt as if a door had opened, and beyond it she’d glimpsed something that might change her entire world.
Had he meant it in a friendly way? Or had he meant something more by it? She wasn’t sure, but thought it had. The uncertainty made her feel nervous and excited, but in a good way.
Back in her room, she checked her messages again and found Renee had texted her back.
“The woman said she was calling from a pay phone. So no number. If she calls again I’ll ask her name.”
As she read the message, Cassie had a sudden idea.
This mystery woman had called from a pay phone, fearful to leave her details, and had contacted a school friend who was one of Cassie’s only friends who still lived in her old hometown.
Cassie’s father had moved away from where they’d grown up. He’d moved several times, changing jobs, changing girlfriends, and losing his phone just about every time he went on a drunken rampage. She hadn’t been in touch with him for ages and never wanted to see him again. He was aging, his health was broken, and he’d created the life he deserved for himself. However, this meant he was no longer contactable by family looking to get in touch. Even she wouldn’t know how to get hold of her dad now.
There was a chance—a chance that seemed stronger the more she thought about it—that this caller was her sister, Jacqui, doing her best to trace Cassie again. An old school friend would be the only connection if you weren’t on social media, and Jacqui wasn’t. Cassie looked for her often, searching whenever she had the time, hopeful that her detective work might uncover a clue to her sister’s whereabouts.
Goosebumps prickled Cassie’s spine as she considered the possibility that it had been Jacqui who’d called.
It didn’t mean Jacqui was in a good situation, but then, she’d never thought she was. If Jacqui had been settled down, with a stable job and an apartment, she would have been in touch long ago.
