The Wedding Countdown. Barbara Hannay

reported killed. He’d shared the horrors of his early childhood with her once, in the days when she thought he trusted her.

      ‘You can have a look around if you like,’ she replied. ‘It’s all pretty simple.’

      He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his eyes took in the building, little more than a galvanised iron shed, no better inside than out. ‘I had a vague idea that preschools were modern airy buildings with large tinted windows and set in landscaped gardens with plenty of shade cover and elaborate play sculptures.’