Chapter Thirteen
THE CRANSTONS’ HOME, New Hall, brought back all too poignant memories for Rafferty. And as he stretched his foot over the step where he and Jenny had lingered, he was again savaged by guilt so acute it was like a physical pain. He hurried down the hall after Guy Cranston as if he hoped to escape it, but the pain followed him.
Before they had reached New Hall the unpredictable April weather had suddenly turned from summer to winter. This had prompted the closing of the panelled dividing doors and the lighting of the fire, warmly shuttering the Cranstons in one end of the drawing room. The windows giving on to the terrace were also shut tight.
As was Caroline; Rafferty supposed she had a perfect right to feel aggrieved that her fledgling business could, like Jenny and Est
