the kind. But Iâll tell you what I do think.â
âAnd what is that?â
âI think that youâre hurting for some reason. I saw you this afternoon when I was examining the baby with the dislocated hips.â
He watched her face close up and knew heâd hit a nerve.
âYouâve no right.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âTo be watching me.â
âI canât help it. Iâm curious about you. For one thing you seem so alone.â
âThatâs because I am.â
âAnd is that how you want it to be.â
âNot particularly,â she said in a casual tone that he found irritating. âBut circumstances alter cases, just as broken noses alter faces.â
Aaron frowned.
âObviously it doesnât bother you all that much or you wouldnât be so flippant about it.â
She was serious now. âItâs more a case of having to accept what life hands out to us, Aaron.â
âAnd what has it handed out to you?â
âNothing good of late.â
âSo Iâm right. There is something troubling you.â
Annabel could have told him that it was there in the form of a great big lump of misery, but for some strange reason she wanted her acquaintance with Aaron Lewis to be free of past encumbrances. She didnât want him to see her as someone with poor judgement so she didnât answer.
âWhat about family?â he persisted, knowing he was being intrusive but unable to conceal his curiosity.
Within minutes they would be at the house. This brief moment of closeness in the car would be over and for some reason it was important to know what was going on in Annabelâs life. She already knew most of what there was to know about him, but he knew nothing about her past, present or future expectations.
He was about to find out...some of it.
âMy parents were archaeologists, more interested in old relics than a small child, I was fobbed off on relatives for most of my childhood and the moment I was old enough I cut free and enrolled in medical school. Not long after that they were on a dig in India when there was an earthquake. They died there, along withmany others. I was almost nineteen at the time. So, you see, you are the fortunate one. You have your mother and Lucy, both of them delightful. I envy you.â
âYes, I am fortunate,â he agreed, bemused by Annabelâs condensed description of what must have been a miserable childhood. But he didnât feel so âfortunateâ at night in his lonely double bed.
The house was looming up in front of them and Annabel said, âWow! What a lovely place youâve got. The flat will seem like a rabbit hutch after this.â
He smiled. âIâm sure that you could do better. Is there a reason why youâre in hospital accommodation?â
âItâs only because I couldnât be bothered to go house-hunting when I got the job at Barnabyâs.â As he drove onto a wide paved drive beside an immaculate garden she added, âBut after tonight I might be spurred on to greater things.â
His mother and Lucy were coming out to meet them and Annabel thought, This is unreal. What am I doing here? Aaron is doing the polite thing, showing his gratitude by inviting me to eat with them. He didnât have to do it.
When she glanced across at him there was a look on his face that she couldnât fathom, but there were other things to claim her attention. Lucy was saying shyly, âHello, Dr Swain.â His mother was beaming her welcome and for the first time in months Annabel was beginning to unwind.
Bending down to the little girl, she said softly. âMy name is Annabel, Lucy. No need to call me Dr Swain. Thatâs just my hospital name.â She turned to a smiling Mary. âItâs so nice to meet you again, Mrs Lewis. Iâve just been telling Aaron how lucky he is to have you with him.â
Maryâs
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