When? She hadn’t had a bad back when she’d met him in the car. And she would hardly have gone back into the house and started shifting furniture with the sister she wasn’t exactly on very good terms with after certain events. Plus, there was the matter of Radley’s twisted text. Was she likely to have been moving furniture after reading that?
‘This heavy weight you lifted…’ he ventured, mentally calculating Radley’s weight, which he reckoned to be at least that of Alicia, plus half again. ‘Did Jessica help you with it?’
Alicia didn’t answer immediately, appearing to ponder as she poured hot water into the teapot to warm it.
Turning to him, eventually, she looked at him, her gaze long and searching. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I was adamant I could do it on my own, but Jessica insisted on helping.’
‘Right.’ Justin studied his hands – hands that had come so close to committing murder. He would have done, if not for his wife and daughter, whose lives Radley had almost succeeded in destroying.
‘How do we tell Sophie?’ Alicia asked, her voice worried now.
Justin took a second to digest this, and then looked back at her. She was holding her breath. Her beautiful, cornflower-blue eyes wide with fear, she was waiting for his reaction.
Tugging in a tight breath, Justin got to his feet. ‘Together,’ he said softly, walking across to her. He needed to hold her, to be there for her, to try to the best of his ability to keep his family safe.
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