Beneath the Shadows by Sara Foster

snow or rain to impede them. So she put Millie into her sturdy pushchair and set off up the hill.
    She found herself slowing as they approached the redbrick house where Ben lived. Grace studied it from the opposite side of the road as she drew closer, remembering what Meredith had said, and trying to imagine what Ben’s wife would be like. She hurriedly put her head down as the front door opened, but she couldn’t help a few sidelong glances in that direction. At the far end of the garden path, a woman with long red hair in a thick woollen coat had emerged through the front door. Ben was behind her, and she turned back to pull him into an embrace. As Grace looked on, Ben wrapped his arms around the woman for a brief moment, before she walked down the path with Bess trotting behind her.
    Grace hurried away to avoid being spotted, and continued up the hill. A few moments later a large estate car roared past.
    They followed the road, Grace enjoying the fresh air as it rushed into her lungs. As she walked, she found herself relishing the peace and quiet. There was little movement around her, just a few wet sheep huddled together next to a low stone wall. She leaned over the top of the pushchair to see Millie sitting forward, surveying the surroundings. It was nice to be just the two of them, tackling the next phase of their life, striking out together. She couldn’t wait until her daughter started to talk, but Millie only made strange sounds at present, and hadn’t really begun to babble. Grace didn’t know whether to be worried about this or not, since shehad no benchmark by which to compare Millie’s progress. As soon as they were settled, they could join a playgroup, so that Millie could meet children of a similar age and grow in confidence. Grace had heard her friends refer to such things, where people talked endlessly about their children’s developments. It sounded exhausting, and while Grace had been pregnant she had imagined all the playdates and coffee mornings she’d be going on with a mixture of enthusiasm and trepidation. However, it seemed all those emotions had been a waste of time, since in the end life hadn’t worked out that way.
    Grace kept up a steady pace as her thoughts flitted from one thing to another, and when she eventually refocused on her surroundings she found they were some distance from the cottage. The day was beginning to lose its colour as the clouds swelled and darkened. ‘I guess we should go back,’ she said, leaning over the pushchair again to find that Millie had fallen asleep. She smiled at the sight, and headed for home.
    When the row of dwellings came into view, she saw that Ben was leaning over the open bonnet of the Land Rover. He glanced up at her approach, an oily rag in his hand, and then bent over the car again. For a moment Grace thought he was going to ignore her, but as she got closer he stood up, using another cloth to wipe his hands clean.
    â€˜Grace! I’m glad I’ve seen you.’ His voice was loud and deep against the silence of the morning. ‘I did some work on those plans last night. Come in for a moment and I’ll show you how far I’ve got.’
    He held the gate open for her, and she wheeled the pushchair down the path. ‘Do you want to leave her here?’ heasked as they reached the porch. He began to open the front door, saying, ‘No, Bess,’ as a large black nose poked eagerly through the gap.
    Grace looked behind them at the empty road and felt her nerves clench at the idea of Millie out here alone. ‘I’d rather she was inside,’ she said. ‘Can we lift the pushchair in?’
    Ben helped Grace carry Millie’s pushchair into the hallway. Grace checked her daughter was still asleep, then followed Ben, as he gripped Bess’s collar and led them both through to the kitchen. The countertops looked scrupulously clean – unlike the cottage right now, she thought,