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”Are you nervous?” the raven-haired girl beside him asked quietly as she sat beside him in the car.
“Why would I be?” he glanced at her, gripping the wheel tighter.
“Because of what they will say about the fact that mum’s not with us.”
“If you know what you’re doing, there is no need to be nervous darling.”
“But we don’t really know what we’re doing and you are nervous!”
“Yes we do. “
“Aunt P’s not going to like it...”
He sighed deeply, looking at his daughter. She looked so much like her mother.
“Ophelia, we’ve been over this. Your mother and I agreed that you would be much safer here in Melbourne than in London.”
“But you wanted her to come too, don’t you?”
"You're going to have fun here. Your mother has had you placed in the same class as James Collins. That way, you have a friend in your class already."
"Dad..."
He sighed again. There was no point denying it to his daughter. She had the detective skills in her genes after all. He stopped the car in front of the house he had longed to see. Now, however, it seemed so empty. Wardlow wasn’t the same without his wife.