Chapter Four
Sunday, 7th; D-Day
Caroline had been sitting alone at the dining room table for over twenty minutes, arranging and rearranging the two place settings. She wanted everything to be perfect.
On a crisp white table cloth she had laid out matching sets of napkins, side plates, cutlery, place mats and glasses for both water and wine. A pair of slim silver candlesticks held pristine red candles.
She ran her fingers slowly, lovingly across the cool smooth surface of one candlestick. It seemed ironic under the circumstances that so many of these items were wedding presents, kept for use on special occasions.
To begin with she had laid everything out on one side of the table and then mirrored the setting exactly on the other. She moved various pieces and inch or two, always ensurin
