hugged the cliffs a perfect distraction from her riotous thoughts. Halfway back to the château a call came in. But it was Vinnie’s voice that startled her.
‘Libby? Sonya’s been admitted to hospital. I thought you should know.’
Stunned, Libby indicated and pulled off the road, killing the engine. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘All’s well, but her blood pressure is high. They’ll be inducing labour in the morning.’
She pressed her forefinger to her throbbing temple, her mind flying between thinking of all the necessary arrangements and concern for her friend and her unborn child.
‘Change my flight, Vinnie.’
‘Sonya said to tell you she’s fine. It’s just a precaution because she’s at term.’
Libby used a tone he’d understand. ‘Get me on the next flight home.’
A pause. Then, ‘Sure.’
She hung up and pulled back onto the road, breaking a few French traffic laws.
Yes, she probably had time to wait for Alex to return, to explain why she’d left him at the beach and why she was leaving France earlier than she’d planned. But, whether she’d asked or not, Sonya needed her. And would voicing her views on Alex’s reckless behaviour change anything? Did she even want to change him? The problem was hers.
She swallowed, her throat hot and her eyes stinging. Cowardice won. She chose to run.
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