Heather came home after a long day in the archaeology laboratory to find her husband sitting pale and distressed in his usual armchair as weary as if he had fought in the Battle of Towton that he’d just finished reading about.
“Jake! What’s the matter, darling?”
“It’s complicated.”
Heather bit her lower lip at this brusque answer and considered his countenance. She hadn’t seen him like this since he was fighting to clear himself from a murder charge in Pilkington. “I’ll open a bottle of wine, and you can tell me all about it.”
He thought, She makes it sound as simple as pulling a cork.
She makes it sound as simple as pulling a cork.Jake sighed heavily and wondered how different his life might have been if he’d looked both ways before crossing the road on that fateful morning, instead
