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would
mutter to herself but in Rebecca’s hearing, ‘weak chin, mark my
words he’ll let you down’. But Rebecca had told her mother firmly
that Daniel was a good husband and Gwen, for her daughter’s sake
had kept her opinions mainly to herself. When Daniel began to
change and a bewildered Rebecca struggled to find the old Daniel
inside the dour man he had become, her mother had never said I told
you so, she had merely taken her daughter in her arms and held her
tight.
    It was to
Daniel’s real chagrin that shortly after they moved to Darlington
Gwen had become increasingly more frail and a little forgetful
until after a nasty fall in the shower followed by a kitchen fire
when she left a tea towel sitting next to a pan of boiling water,
the decision was made that Gwen would sell her house and move into
sheltered accommodation. She was there for 2 years before
reluctantly having to accept that she now needed to spend most of
her days in her wheelchair and she moved on again, this time into a
residential home, a small private one on the outskirts of Leeds set
in an old manor house with a lovely large garden at the back and
security gates at the front. That such huge sums of money were
spent every week on Gwen’s care hurt Daniel to the core. The fact
that it was Gwen’s own money made no difference to Daniel. It would
have come to Rebecca as an only child and now it was being eaten
into on a huge scale every week, month and year that Gwen stayed
there. He hated visiting her. Hated the scrutiny of her sharp,
bright eyes.
    ‘How bad is
she?’ he asked nervously.
    ‘She’s okay,
but I need to visit her. For a couple of days. I’ll see Sarah while
I’m there as well.’
    Daniel nodded,
patently relieved that he was not included in the visit and Rebecca
couldn’t help the little twist of shame as she counted the lies she
had told over the course of the day.
    ‘Right,’ he
nodded his head in the nearest to sympathy that he seemed capable
of these days. ‘Well I suppose it won’t hurt to get a takeaway once
in a while. I’ll go choose shall I?’ and he stalked back into the
kitchen, leaving Rebecca sitting in her chair counting the hours to
her 10.25 train the following morning, her first class seat and the
luxurious room waiting for her at Quebecs.

Chapter 4

    The train was
precisely 2 minutes late and at 11.51 Rebecca arrived in Leeds
station. The hotel was only a few minutes walk away and Rebecca had
very little luggage. She paused at the taxi rank before grinning to
herself and continuing on her way. She had won the lottery, not
lost the use of her legs and she walked past the rows of waiting
taxis and set off in the direction of her hotel. Within 5 minutes
she was walking through the main door, held open for her by a
smiling concierge, and towards the reception desk.
    ‘Hello, I have
a room booked for later, I wondered if I could leave my bag here
while l shop a little?’
    Her voice
little more than a whisper, Rebecca looked uncertainly at the
receptionist.
    ‘Of course, no
problem.’
    Taking
Rebecca’s name, she consulted the register, ‘You’re booked into the
Robinson suite. Check in is at 3.00pm, we’ll have your bag in your
room for when you return.’
    Rebecca nodded
her head, ‘Right. Good. Thank you. Thank you very much,’ and
smiling she turned to walk back through the lovely glass door and
out into the bright but cold air of Leeds.
    15.7 million
pounds. Like a little mantra inside her head the number seemed to
fit in with her footsteps as she walked towards the nearest
shopping area. 15.7 million. Oh my God, she had won 15.7 million
and it would soon be in her bank. Where should she start?
    A few hours
later Rebecca sat in a small café and sipped at a caramel macchiato
as she rested her weary feet. If she was going to spend 15.7
million pounds she would have to change her tactics. Despite a
first class rail ticket and a luxury hotel plus a few hours of good
old fashioned shopping,