Melanie skipped her way up the driveway to Lyndall’s house, staying a safe distance from the curious donkeys which wandered to the fence line. Vince trudged behind.
Closer to the top the paddocks changed to manicured gardens and Melanie paused several times to smell this flower or that. Lyndall’s home was a masterpiece of architecture, designed by some award-winning Melbourne firm which still won awards. Every bit of it was environmentally friendly and fitted into the landscape. And it was huge, yet Vince had never seen family visiting. No adult children or grandkids.
When he caught up with Melanie she reached for his hand and led the way. This was more like the little girl he knew. Curious and naturally friendly. The sadness was there beneath the surface and would be for a long time to
