Chapter 8

“Lucy, I’m home!” I never tired of saying that. “Hope you’re all ready to go?”

“I’m all packed.”

We each had a bacon sandwich, made sure everything in the house was cleared away, and all the doors and windows were locked. After leaving a key with Paul and Helen, in case of emergencies, we were off.

“That was the seat,” Mark said, looking at a bench as we waited in the bus station.

I knew he was referring to the place where he’d sat when he first arrived in town.

“You okay?” I squeezed his elbow.

“I am, now I’m with you.”

I wished I could take him in my arms and kiss him. Of course I couldn’t, it being a busy thoroughfare in the centre of town. I hope the glance I gave him showed him how much I understood and how much I loved him.