She was about to smile as those memories from her youth resurfaced, but the strong scent wafted her way. Far stronger than was expected of a miner getting off after finishing his shift.
“This is all wrong,” Clara whispered.
“What was that?” Jack said, his smile fading as he tensed his jaw.
“A girl I met in church,” Clara said after realising she could not avoid the mention of Evelyn. “She said that her father was looking at investing in the mine.”
It was a guess but a plausible explanation for her uttering the name. He wouldn’t believe the truth either way…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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