Rage against both Helen and Jake kept bubbling up inside him, corrosive as black bile. He’d been on the way home from a dinner in London and had rung Helen to say he’d be late home, as he was making a detour to Surrey to look at a horse. “They think we’ve had it. “Isa’s hitting me.
He had to work at it and keep schooling his horses to get really good results. Wishbone had entertained them with his antics for many years now. And although they had been years of hard work and struggle, Jake knew they had been the happiest in his life. Then he said in a measured, deliberately matter-of-fact voice.
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