In Her Husband's Image. Vivienne Wallington

city. There were plenty of attractions there that her son was missing out on—movie theatres, science museums, sporting arenas, playgrounds, zoos—attractions that a young boy, he’d argue, ought to be exposed to.

      He’d often begged her to let Mikey go and stay with him in Sydney, or for her to come, too, for a short break, but so far she’d resisted, using the excuse that her son was too young and that she was too busy. Her father was a powerful man, and she was half-afraid that once he had them back in town, he would find some way to keep them there.

      Since Adrian’s death, her father had been more single-minded than ever about her coming back home and reclaiming her heritage—Barrington’s—and helping him run it, as he’d trained her to do. Having lost her mother last year—the one person who had seemed to understand her need for independence and a different kind of life—her father now had no one to curb his burning ambition for his only daughter and grandson.