Seona’s POV
I fight the wave of panic as the women around me look at me as though I’ve grown a second head. Maybe I have, maybe I’ve got a whole second personality because I’m not at all sure where the woman who just offered to work in Mackenzie’s bakery came from.
‘Are you sure?’ the baker asks me, ‘what about your . . ‘ I know what she’s reluctant to say, the unspoken name hanging over me like a dark cloud. What about Davis, how will I hide from him if I’m working behind the counter of her shop where anyone could see me?
‘I will have Mark with me’ I reply with more confidence than I feel, already searching for agreement from the huge, silent soldier who looks like he’s about to combust. Mark still nods at me though, confirming that he will indeed stay with me while I work, that knowl……
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