“It must be such a pleasure to be reunited with your daughter,” she said. “How long has it been?” “Twelve years,” Rachel murmured. She could feel every day of them. “My goodness.” Mrs. Armstrong’s face was mercurial—it jumped through warmth, curiosity and concern in an instant. Beside her, her husband’s face hardly moved at all. “What is your plan now?” said Mr. Armstrong.
I. Dont. Like. This. Man.
