CHAPTER 14
I woke late Saturday morning, despite the extra hours still feeling unnaturally fatigued; the trauma of the night before racing into my brain within a few seconds of waking. I felt physically sick as I recalled the empty window seat and Liliad’s tiny, fragile body underneath the sofa.
She had become so precious to me over the years since I’d bought her but I only realised how much she meant when I thought I might have lost her. She understood me, I knew that without doubt every time I looked into her eyes and saw my own reflection three fathoms deep. She had a presence that sometimes chilled, sometimes comforted me and I knew I would be lost without her. I didn’t know who had made her but whoever it was they had crafted something so much more than the wood and strings of which
