Upstairs I made quick work of clearing out the wardrobe. To be honest, I was glad to be given a simple task and just not think about all that mess for a while. As I pulled out hats and shoes that I'd not seen for decades, never mind years, I couldn't help but laugh.
“We could have a bloody good bonfire,” I said to no one but myself. I left it all neatly piled on the bed.
Back in the living room, everyone was quiet. “What did I miss?” I asked.
“Mister Oak was telling us Fiona may not come back.”
