Fleur had left work the very minute her regular hours were over. She hadn’t done a single extra hour since the night she and Bill had taken the day off, her colleagues probably already talking behind her back but… who cared. She was just happy that things were almost back to normal. They were on the right way.
Bill wasn’t in the cottage nor in the garden when she arrived, so that left only one place… if he was home. Fleur knocked at the door, waiting for Bill to reply. The shed was his releam, and she’d ask for permission to enter first instead of just walking in.