Albert picked up the bags with displeasure, but without complaint. He was an officer of the law, supposed to fighting crime, not a bag man. Handing her the last bag, his eye caught sight of her hand and noted the lack of a wedding band. His eyebrow arched high, but again he said nothing. He'd seen it too many times before in Teeside, young girls caught up in their feelings, acted rashly, were left to pay the consequences. Now Whitby had one more mouth to feed... Stupid girl.

"Welcome to Whitby." he said formally.