Charlotte
My Master stands before the mirror, knotting his tie. His reflected eyes pass to me. “I’m going on-site this morning, Charlotte. You want to come?” He turns, touches my cheek. “A bit of normality again perhaps?”
“I’d love to. What’s happening?”
“We’ll be down by the area of the new bridge…”
“Your bridge…”
He smiles. “As you say, my bridge…”
“So, what’s happening?”
“It’s about a year since the bridge opened so we have real access to the site, but with…” He hesitates, his dark eyes hovering over me… “with what was learned about the Blessingmoors site after your… revelations… the work in that area of the site ground to a halt while the police finished their investigations. That’s done now and so the demolition process will be completed…”
“Completed? But I thought all that…”
