Calling his dog he thrust back his shoulders and set off, striding across the land towards the waiting car.
James followed but hung back as they neared the cottage. Graham Milburne walked past the parked car without a glance and made for his door which he opened and went inside. Elizabeth made a move to get out but James had hurried to the car and shook his head to stop her. “Wait,” he said through the open window. Graham reappeared in the doorway, staring towards the car, he started to come forward but hesitated, then stopped.
“Now Elizabeth, get out now and go to him.”
James watched the man’s face as Elizabeth approached, the damaged eye hadn’t totally wrecked it and he saw it working through shifting emotions and for a moment thought he was crying. She halted a few yards in front of him, uncertain what to do but he stepped forward saying quietly: “You, here — is it really you?”
She didn’t speak so he took her hand, led her into the cottage and closed the door. James contemplated the closed door, wondering what he should do but his presence was patently not required.
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