Are you OK?’ Brian slipped his arm around Anne’s shoulders as they stood in the driveway.
She nodded. ‘It just… it makes you realise how long it’s been,’ she said.
Childhood summers at Le Coquelicot had seemed endless. She remembered the first time, sitting on her father’s shoulders, that they’d made her way along the tree-lined drive to the tiny stone building. The excitement when she’d been allowed to turn the key.
Inside was like a
