CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Martha hadn’t slept well that night, and thus, she was the first one up in the house. She got washed and dressed quietly and went downstairs. She was quite glad to be on her own now that she thought about it. She sat out on the backdoor step. It was a crisp, typically May spring day. The skies were clear and all was still. Martha was just sitting there, looking around and taking deep, meaningful breaths. She wasn’t thinking of anything. Her mind was completely clear. She wished her mind was this quiet more often, but it seemed so rare. She was so deep in this moment of newly found clarity that she hadn’t heard Peter come downstairs and into the kitchen.
‘I’ve made you a coffee.’
He handed it to her, looked up the garden, and inhaled deeply. The small garden had a low bri
