A Perfect Algarve Villa

Prologue

Emily shot the estate agent a quizzical look, before arching her eyebrows at Mark, who was still grinning like a child on Christmas morning. He put his arms around her.

‘It’s time for an adventure. We are emigrating to Portugal .’

No consultation, no explanation. Her husband – the architect of their game plan for over 20 years – expected her to uproot her perfect life in London and decamp to a country she’d never visited before.

Why?