Chapter Thirteen
St John's Anglican Church at the top of the High Street was the oldest building in Bishops Drake. The village was built around it, and its vast cemetery. Aidan had not set foot on the grounds for exactly a year, since the first anniversary of his son's fatal road traffic accident.
Being back at the site he and Kate had picked to lay Vinnie to rest brought back that day. They chose a lovely plot to bury their only child, surrounded by bulb flowers in the springtime. All around the perimeter of Vinnie's grave were hyacinths, crocus and daffodils of varying colours.
Holding a bouquet of assorted blooms, he bought from the florist next door to the restaurant, he bent down and placed them at the foot of the gravestone. "I hope they're not too girly for you, Vin," he said, st
