The Lost Orphan by Pam Weaver

Author:Pam Weaver [Weaver, Pam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2023-03-28T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

The night air was pleasant and the scents in the garden were quite beautiful. Soon late autumn would bleed into winter and it would be months before the flowers bloomed again. Mireille was quite alone. Lost in her own thoughts, she had been looking up at the moon. What was that old song? Please let the light that shines on me, shine on the one I love. She thought of a little baby boy and sighed. It was at times like this that she found her mind drifting back to the past. Not all her memories were pleasant. When Jago Ffox-Webster married her mother, it seemed as if everything would be better after the awful trauma of her beloved father’s death. She had quite liked Jago back then but when her mother died, she’d discovered what a monster he was. She was only eleven when it started.

‘He stole my innocence,’ she’d told Parker in one of her interviews. ‘He abused me for nearly four years and when I had his baby, he packed me off to an approved school as a wayward delinquent.’

Her stomach churned as Mireille sat on a bench with her head in her hands. The thing that chewed her up the most wasn’t just losing her baby for ever (and that was bad enough) but that as soon as she was sent away, Jago had done exactly the same to Amélie and she hadn’t been there to protect her. Thank God Amélie, her brave and beautiful sister, had the sense to stop him taking Linnet into his bed as well. Their little sister had no idea what awaited her but because of Amélie’s courage, they’d found shelter with Norah and Jim.

Mireille leaned back and looked up at the sky. What she wouldn’t give to be able to go to a dance with Ginger tonight. She hadn’t realised just how hard it would be to give up all contact with the people who mattered in her life. She’d had a letter or two from Amélie but their correspondence was very one-sided. Her sister’s letters were full of Bob although, funnily enough, in her last one she hadn’t mentioned him. SOE passed the letters on to her, but of course she couldn’t reply, not properly. She couldn’t mention anything which might tell Amélie where she was or what she was doing and she knew that even if she did let something slip, her letters were read and censored before being posted. Not only that, but they didn’t put them in the local post box either. Someone from the organisation was detailed to take them to different locations all over the country so that the postmark on the envelope meant nothing.

Ginger hadn’t written at all, but then, come to think of it, she’d never given him her post box number. She’d sent a few postcards saying absolutely nothing but he couldn’t reply without an address. Anyway, she told herself, he’d have forgotten her by now. But strangely enough, she couldn’t forget him.

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