The morning after Genevieve left, Ruby woke to the sound of screaming.
Not the bad kind of screaming—the kind that meant Elle had discovered something exciting and was now sharing that discovery with the entire household at maximum volume.
"Mummy! Daddy! There's a FOX in the garden!"
Ruby groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "It's not a fox. It's probably a squirrel."
"It's definitely a fox! I saw it! It has a bushy tail!"
Nicholas's arm tightened around her waist. "If I pretend I'm still asleep, will she go away?"
"Never. She's your daughter."
"Sometimes I regret teaching her to be persistent."
"No, you don't."
"No," he admitted. "I don't."
Ruby dragged herself out of bed, pulling on a robe, and padded downstairs to find Elle standing at the conservatory window, her face pressed against the glass.
"I told you!" Elle spun around, her eyes wide. "There's a fox! It's eating the roses!"
