‘What about your dad?’ Rose gaped at him in wide eyed disbelief. Unsure what to feel at his request.
‘He agrees. He even said that one day he might consider moving back to his old room, if the house was no longer a shrine to my mother’s tastes. She wouldn’t want us to live in the past and hold her memory in this way.’ Rob was focused on the hall below, no hint of jest at all, just dead pan seriousness.
‘Really?’ Rose couldn’t comprehend taking over this huge house and changing it that way.
‘We all need this Rose…I’m sure my bank manager won’t agree, but I think it’s time to start over fresh.’
‘Ruin your house with my love of fluffy cushions and floral prints.’ She laughed, cuddling back against him and trying not to feel fear at what he was asking.
‘Breathe some life and love back int
