break from sitting with him. He’d felt bad about spending time with her, albeit innocently at first, but he and Sarah seemed to have drifted so far apart. He’d wanted to fix things in their relationship. Throwing himself into his work, determined to make his business viable, to clear off their debts, wasn’t going to fix anything, though, was it? It was Laura who’d pointed that out. Sarah would just want him to open up to her, she’d told him. She was right, he knew she was, but by then it was too late. The gap was too wide. He’d felt that Sarah didn’t want him there. Maybe her feelings for him had changed before then – this bloke Joe being so fast on the scene once they’d split up had made him wonder. Truthfully, though, the more he’d seen of Laura, the more he’d realised his own feelings had changed, which only compounded the guilt he carried around. He’d been gutted when he and Sarah had decided to split, but quietly thanked God that Laura had been there for him. It was his turn to be there for her now.
‘I have to find him,’ she mumbled as he guided her towards the bed.
‘We will,’ he assured her, his heart hurting for her. He’d realised she’d been searching for someone the first time he’d found her sleepwalking. She never had any recollection of what she said or did, though, which left him wondering who it was.
Helping her into bed, he eased the duvet up over her and, checking she was still asleep, went quietly out of the room and back downstairs. Wide awake himself, he made a coffee, pondering what had happened when Ollie had fallen climbing out of the sandpit. Laura had been great with him, comforting and reassuring him. She’d promised not to let anyone hurt him again. She’d whispered it, but Steve had heard it. Earlier, she’d got choked up when she’d tried to tell him more about the photograph he’d seen. He hadn’t pushed it, figuring she would tell him when she was ready. She hadn’t. She hadn’t told him much about her family either, other than that her parents lived in a grand house somewhere in Stratford-upon-Avon and that she didn’t get on with them.
Checking the clock, he went to retrieve Laura’s phone from her bag in the hall. He felt bad sneaking around behind her back, but he’d decided he had no choice but to talk to her mother. This rift between them couldn’t be good for her. It was still early, but since the woman had turned up here only for her and Laura to end up arguing, he suspected calling her while Laura was around might not be prudent.
He was relieved when he eventually found her mother’s number – a landline it looked like. He wouldn’t have had a clue how to contact her otherwise. It was listed under ‘Sherry’, rather than ‘Mum’, which baffled him slightly. Why would she list her under her Christian name?
Realising he’d left his own mobile in the bedroom, he glanced up the stairs and then went into the lounge to call from their own landline, rather than use Laura’s phone or risk waking her. Hoping he was doing the right thing, he let the call ring out for a while. Thinking they might still be in bed, he was about to ring off and try again later when someone picked up.
‘Grant Caldwell,’ a male voice said.
Caldwell? Steve hesitated. ‘Sorry, I think I might have the wrong number. I was looking for Sherry Collins.’
‘And you are?’ the man enquired.
‘Steve. Steven Lewis. I’m Laura’s partner.’
There was silence for a second. Then, ‘Sherry’s not up and about yet,’ the man said. ‘Can I give her a message?’
‘Er, no. I’ll …’
Call back, Steve was about to say, when a voice in the background said, ‘Who is it, darling?’
Nineteen
Sherry
‘Hi. It’s Steve, Laura’s partner,’ the young man introduced himself once Sherry came to the phone. ‘We met when you came to see Laura. Briefly.’
He sounded nice, as he had when she’d first spoken to him while trying to contact Laura. He was obviously concerned for her daughter, happy to give her her address when she’d explained she’d been abroad and hadn’t got her details to hand. He clearly hadn’t been aware of their troubled history. He might not have offered the information so readily had he been.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Please accept my apologies for rushing past you the way I did. You