More Than A Lover. Ann Lethbridge

Garge stared at him, eyes wide. ‘Dislodged him?’

      ‘There was a rock where he landed. He landed hard. I am sorry, Mrs Garge. It was instant.’

      Stepping back, she gazed around wildly. ‘I have to go. Tell—’ She swallowed loudly. ‘Tell my family.’

      She rushed past them and was gone.

      Caro’s knees felt weak. ‘Oh, the poor woman.’

      Mr Read took her arm and led her to the bench where Mrs Garge had been sitting. Caro sank onto the hard wood and leaned back against the plank wall. ‘I didn’t even think to tell her we would write to Tonbridge, to ask him to ensure she was cared for. I really meant to do that.’

      He put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

      ‘Give her a bit of time,’ he murmured. ‘I will call round and tell her.’

      The sensation of his strength at her side seemed to seep into her bones. She found herself wanting to lean against him. To confide. Terrified of her reaction, she rose to her feet. ‘Thank you, Mr Read.’

      She hurried indoors.