Rupert felt frayed. The house, he thought as he pulled into the drive, was looking as though its fibre was unwinding. He wondered if he, and the house, would unravel together into indistinguishable threads. He thought of the back of Kat’s tapestry. The garden, never a priority for Ross, looked more chaotic and neglected despite Rupert’s efforts, than it had in its previous rambling state.
The drive home from Matthew’s funeral had provided him with unwelcome, though necessary, time to consider his life. What gave meaning to it now that most of its significant members had left or were about to leave? He was no closer to answering the question, but Rupert could feel an urgency grow when he thought of Athena’s imminent departure. He’d not had an opportunity to call on her since their last mee
