Chapter Thirty-Nine
"It's nice of your husband to show his face," Chris murmured.
Kate leaned into Chris. "You're joking, right? He wanted to come, but you made it more than clear he's not welcome. You need to make your mind up." She hoped her face didn't betray her.
Standing around the grave, the pallbearers lowered Edith Ashcroft's coffin into the grave using the straps. Four of Chris' big, burly rugby friends had agreed to carry her. Kate was the only one from her half of the village present, with the exception of Francesca, who knew Chris' daughter, Amy well. "You and Aidan need to sort things out."
"Kate's right, Dad," Amy whispered on the other side of Chris, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "This has gone on for too long now. Mum's made amends with Kate. It's time you did the sam
