A Terrible Secret by Cathy Glass

Author:Cathy Glass
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2020-07-05T18:24:18+00:00

As I drove Tilly to school, she talked about the tracking on her mother’s phone non-stop, animated and wound up. I realized I shouldn’t have told her until that afternoon when I’d collected her and we were on the way to her gran’s. But it was a bit late now and all I could do was try to calm her down before she went into school. I pointed out that I could be wrong and there might not be a tracker.

‘I bet there is,’ she persisted. ‘He’s always been a control freak.’

She’d texted Abby from the car to say she was on her way, and when we arrived she was waiting outside the school gates. She waved as I pulled up and dropped off Tilly. ‘Try to concentrate on your lessons,’ I told Tilly as she got out. ‘See you later.’

I watched the two of them go in through the main gates and then I drove home. I guessed Tilly would tell Abby. Top of my list of things to do was to phone Isa. At 9.15 I called her office. She was at her desk. I brought her up to date, including Tilly’s visit to see her gran and mother on Saturday, Heather’s belongings left in the front garden overnight, my suspicion about Heather’s phone and that Tilly was going to check it for tracking software that afternoon.

‘Definitely worth checking,’ Isa said. ‘Well done. I don’t think I would have made that connection.’

I was pleased she agreed, and I felt vindicated. I confirmed the contact arrangements for the week, and said I had taken Tilly to school and would collect her this afternoon and take her to her gran’s. Isa asked me to do the same for the whole week, her feeling being that a week was a reasonable time to let the situation calm down, and that if Dave hadn’t tried to contact Tilly by the end of the week then he probably wouldn’t. I could continue to take and collect Tilly indefinitely if necessary, as I do for younger children, but Tilly was a young adult who liked the freedom of making her own travel arrangements. She often saw friends on the bus and they chatted, shared video clips, music and photos on their phones as young people do. Isa finished by asking me to let her know what, if anything, Tilly found on her mother’s phone.

I had plenty to do that day, but of course the matter of Heather’s phone played on my mind. It was possible she’d already turned it on and could be planning to go out, perhaps for a short walk. It was a cold but bright day, and she might feel like a breath of fresh air. I was so worried that at midday I telephoned Nancy and, trying to keep the anxiety from my voice, said, ‘Hi, it’s Cathy. I was just wondering how you and Heather were?’

‘That’s very sweet of you, love. Thank you. We’re taking it easy after the weekend.

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