The House on the Edge of the Cliff by Carol Drinkwater
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 572 Kb
The House : No one else knows what happened that summer. Or so she believes . . .
Grace first came to France a lifetime ago. Young and full of dreams of adventure, she met two very different men.
She fell under the spell of one. The other fell under hers.
Until one summer night shattered everything . . .
Now, Grace is living an idyllic life with her husband, sheltered from the world in a magnificent Provençal villa, perched atop a windswept cliff.
Every day she looks out over the sea – the only witness to that fateful night years ago.
Until a stranger arrives at the house. A stranger who knows everything, and won’t leave until he gets what he wants.
The past and present spectacularly collide in this gripping story of love and betrayal echoing across the decades.
“I was puzzled. Was it Harry? Oh, God, yes, yes, it was, and far too close to the rim for safety. Sam had already dressed her six-year-old for travelling. There he was in his neatly pressed shorts and the new dusty-red flexi-trainers he and I had purchased together at the market in La Ciotat a few days earlier. His feet planted firmly on the limestone surface, his back to me, his head was lifted. He appeared to be listening, transfixed. Semi-hidden behind one of the giant boulders, was the silhouette of a man. Him. It was him. No doubt about it. Where had he appeared from?
He must have been waiting for this opportunity. Hanging about, close to our property, spying on us, biding his time … Living in our shadow.
‘What the …?’
The man was wearing a Panama hat and dark sunglasses. It was late May. Even so, the Van Morrison lookalike was in his flimsy black raincoat and was engaged in conversation with my grandson. Peter’s grandson. I felt a sharp pain tighten around my chest. Every muscle, every nerve in my body contracted.
‘You bastard,’ I screeched. My curse was lost on the air. ‘Harry!’ I yelled.
Both boy and man were too far from me to hear my calls. The sound dissipated on the breeze and drifted, unanswered, out to sea.
I backed up and started running round the side of the house to gain the cliff-side path. I stumbled, losing my footing in my determination not to take my eyes off the pair.”