All Vince wanted was sleep. Proper sleep in his own bed instead of restless naps on a hospital chair and the jolting of his heart every time he remembered. But it wasn’t happening anytime soon. He drove up his long driveway and turned the car to face back out. This wouldn’t be a long stop.
Someone had left flowers near the front door. A beautiful posy of winter blooms in a jar of water. A white ribbon tied around the jar had a card tucked into it.
No words. Here for you. L.
No words. Here for you. L.He climbed down the steps, went around the corner and looked up the hill to his neighbour’s house. There was no movement up there.
Word had got around fast.
Lyndall had known him long enough to put the flowers in water or he’d forget. And that he’d hate anything fancy. But this selection f
