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She then began to walk along the back of the store, scanning the aisles she passed. It wasn’t until she reached the third that she stopped dead.
    Because there they all were: Henry, Pete and Adam.
    Adam was next to Pete, crouching down in front of Henry and smiling gently at her little boy with those warm blue eyes of his. Then Henry and Adam were shaking hands, like two old gents who’d just met unexpectedly on the street.
    But for Abbie it was all too much in one afternoon—and now she was facing the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. For at that moment the world was slowing on its axis and she was reaching out to steady herself. But it was too late. A wave of raging heat was coursing across her skin and sweat was pouring into her hands as the supermarket circled around her. Then the giddiness hit. The last thing she knew was that the pyramid of baked bean cans she’d leant on to stop her fall was giving way.

Chapter Three
    â€œIt’s okay, Henry. Your mum’s coming around.”
    Adam watched on as Abbie’s eyes opened and she began to take in the faces around her.
    Her gaze hovered over Henry and she gave her son a small but reassuring smile.
    She then turned her eyes to him. But the moment that happened, the smile died on her lips and her amber eyes became dark and haunted against the pallor of her complexion. It was the look of a cornered animal in fear for its life—it chilled him to the bone.
    â€œDid I faint?” she whispered warily.
    â€œDid you ever. You brought down half the tinned goods aisle.”
    â€œDamn it! How embarrassing,” she muttered as she drew her eyebrows together and turned her head to take in the hundreds of cans on the floor around her. “I don’t even like baked beans.”
    â€œHow are you feeling?”
    â€œLike I’ve been hit by a truck.”
    â€œI’ll take you to see a doctor.”
    Abbie turned her gaze upon him as though he’d just suggested open-heart surgery right there on the supermarket floor.
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed in quick dismissal. “I skipped lunch and then tried to hold Henry for too long. I’m a wimp like that sometimes but it’s definitely nothing to fuss about.”
    â€œOf all the adjectives to describe you, Abbie, ‘wimp’ would not make the list. Now, do you want to try and get up?”
    She nodded and attempted to lift herself up onto one elbow as he slipped an arm around her shoulders. It was like gathering up a bunch of long stemmed roses—elegant and eye catching. But with the dressing-down she’d given him last night still fresh in his mind, he guessed prickly thorns would not be too far away.
    â€œI really don’t need your help,” she protested in swift confirmation of those thorns.
    He withdrew his arm and, leaning his elbow on his knee, watched her closely as she tentatively tried out vertical again, but she was still a very bad colour. He doubted she’d be able to walk anywhere any time soon.
    At that point the store manager appeared at his side. “Sir, there’s a taxi waiting at the rank outside if you think madam’s up to travelling. I’ll go and ask the driver to wait if you like.”
    â€œTravelling where?” Abbie interjected, her brows knitting together in fierce suspicion as she struggled to keep up with her surroundings.
    â€œThe local medical centre. Pete and I are going to take you and Henry there.”
    â€œNo, you’re not!” she replied in strident breathlessness as though trying to exert herself into good health again. “I’m absolutely fine. I’m going home. Henry and I can walk there on our own.”
    â€œCan’t we go in a taxi, Mum?” Henry pleaded. “I love taxis!”
    Adam watched on as Abbie’s gaze shifted from himself to Henry, and then back to himself again. Then her eyes lowered and she bit down hard on her