‘I said I’d ask you first.’
‘Then I’m going to be the party pooper.’
‘I’d put him off, but I like seeing Sarah. You know how I worry about her.’
He sighed. ‘Tell him we’ll be round about seven.’
Relief flooded through her, although she was nervous too. She turned to face him. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home for good next weekend.’
‘Me neither.’ Danny kissed her. ‘I can keep an eye on you.’
She pressed her face into his chest. ‘There you go again.’
‘What?’
‘Worrying about me. I’m okay. Things are settling down now.’ She yawned.
‘Have you started dinner yet?’
‘No, I’ve just got the mince out of the fridge. I was going to cook spaghetti bolognaise.’
‘Indian takeaway?’
‘Sounds like a good idea.’
While he rang the order through, Juliette picked up her phone, popped it in her pocket and headed upstairs. When she was there, she sent a message to Sarah.
So pleased you managed to persuade him to go for it.
It took a while. He was suspicious but I said it would be good to do as Danny is coming home soon.
Will Daisy be in her room when we come round?
Yes, I’ll have a think about how best to do it. Thanks for this.
Happy to help. Hopefully it will allbe sorted soon.
Juliette put her phone down. Although she was nervous about what might happen, this was an opportunity to prove to Danny that Daisy was at the house. Once he saw her, then they could go to the police and start looking into why the child was being hidden, and Louisa’s whereabouts. She couldn’t wait until Richard was out for a full day before she did something about the situation next door. Someone would believe her and Sarah eventually.
Because it was looking more likely Sarah had been right about Louisa’s disappearance.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
The next evening, after a nap, Juliette came downstairs just before seven. In the kitchen, Danny was looking at two bottles of wine, deciding which one to take next door.
‘Oh, you’re ready on time!’ he exclaimed with a snarky grin.
Juliette slapped his arm playfully. ‘Don’t be cheeky. It’s usually me who’s waiting for you when we go out.’
‘How are you feeling?’
‘A bit better.’ She’d been nauseous for most of the afternoon, but she couldn’t tell him why. Even now she was trying not to show how nervous she felt.
‘You seem a bit peaky.’
‘I didn’t have much of a rest, that was for sure.’ She yawned.
‘We don’t have to stay long, do we?’
