28. Resurrection
I returned with Danny to Eden, not a zombie this time, yet not fully restored. I would never be able to forgive myself for Gina’s death. I was sulky and brooding, and spent much of my time in the garden pulling petals off daisies.
I lay on my stomach, on the soft grass, propped up on my elbows and plucked at the flowers.
Forgive me, forgive me not, forgive me, forgive me not.
Within hours I was surrounded by a blanket of petals. The number of flowers I’d picked indicated they were in favour of forgiveness, but I was not.
Danny sat down beside me, picked up a handful of petals and let them fall from his hand to drift some distance away on the light breeze.
“Would you like to hear some of the things I tried, to bring you around?” he asked. “It irks me no end that it to
