Chapter 30 - Zoe Now
Crows squawk overhead. The air feels mild for winter, but I am still wrapped up in my floor-length, woollen coat. Dawn is breaking and the sky is streaked with pastel pinks and blues. I lay the bouquet of lilies on her grave – her favourite.
“Are we going to head to Vivienne’s grave next, mum?” Clara asks.
“After, I just want to stay here a while longer.”
“We can’t stay too long, remember dad has booked us a table for breakfast before we leave.”
We holiday back and forth between Denmark and England since my father’s arrest. I never did go visit him.
“Clara, did I ever tell you about my mother? What she was like?”
“Yeah, you have. She sounds like a great lady. Wish I could have met her.”
“She was. Viv too. One day, I’ll have to tell you all about them – the whole story,” I pull Clara’s hair from out of her coat and began brushing it with my fingers, “but that’s for another day.”
I intend on keeping that promise. Whether it be in person, or in a letter. Whichever comes first.