Chapter Fourteen: Hugo's ConservatoryThe waking hours of morning brought no respite from pity. Shared coffee, shared conversation. Shared schedules, shared objectives—shared love, all sharing was missing. Tears were uppermost on my schedule that Friday and I vowed not to shed any. That vow lasted until I was in the bathroom amongst Hannah's toiletries and the scent of her. I'm sure this will sound harsh, but as I saw those things, I had no choice. I phoned housekeeping and asked for all of her clothes and accessories to be boxed and moved to The Lodge, which was still condoned off with teams from forensics crawling all over and around the place.
Friday was to be the first day of my being a widower. Fraser Ughert and I had stayed awake until past one in the morning, going over and over and
