”“I don’t see anyone like that now.”“Did you see her?”“I don’t see her now.”“That don’t answer my question,” This one was gett...ng steamed at my non-answers.“Do I have to answer your questions?”“You do if you know what’s good for you.”He just barely finished that sentence before Jasmine had hit him with the staff that she grabbed from the side of her horse. She hit him across the Adams apple, and he would be dead shortly. James and I engaged the other two with our swords then, and it was over. His wife’s bright smile meant something other than gratitude. ‘Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly,’ she was thinking.“Would you like to pour us some drinks, darling?” asked Melanie, once the dishwasher was loaded. “I fancy just doing a bit of tidying in the greenhouse to make room for the compost.”“I’ll bring it down for you, darling,” said Eamon happily. It seemed he had an opportunity to regain some ground.“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Melanie.A bumper glass of chilled Sauvignon. Yet still her eyes remained fixed.She was finished her work earlier than she had thought and her time was her own. Maybe it’s best not to leave too early? They’re bound to have CCTV around the door and gate. Stephanie gave a cursory glance over her shoulder even though she knew that she was well and truly alone. Still, she felt a little sheepish.The bottom row of bras was clearly the everyday part of the collection. The kicking around the house bras that were well worn in and didn’t need to. She too bade goodnight to her father and brother and went into his suite. She was jolted out of her glum mood as she stood inside her bedroom. There was a single large red rose on her pillow with a light yellow envelope with her name written boldly on it.Melissa rushed to the envelope and opened it. It read, "Dear Mel, forgive me if you can. I will understand if you find it difficult to do that. I was too wrapped in my own grief that I did not see my beautiful daughter reaching out to give love.