WINTER SUN

Will’s frown and his finger tapping on the airport trolley told Lorna her husband was quietly fuming. They were the last passengers at the baggage carousel and his case had not appeared. After half an hour of queuing to report the loss, they left the arrivals hall to discover they had missed their hotel pick-up.

‘We shouldn’t have come,’ Will snapped over his shoulder on their way to the taxi rank. But of course they should. Their three children had clubbed together to give them this week in Tenerife as a 25th anniversary present. They had no idea their parents’ marriage was close to imploding.

Full of regret, Lorna stared at Will’sshe thought.