The next morning she woke with a renewed sense of positivity and a determination to be happy. It was Christmas Day, after all. There would be no maudlin thoughts – not today. During the night, a light dusting of snow had fallen, covering the ground, trees and hedgerows. It sparkled where the sun’s rays fell on it, like a scene from a pretty Christmas card. Elizabeth busied herself preparing the turkey and the veg; there would be time for unwrapping presents later, when the food had been eaten and she could relax. She eyed the wine she’d uncorked last night, then remembered that she had to pick her dad up from the care home.
To her delight and as if reading her mind, Annabel messaged, informing her that she was halfway home and that she’d pick up her granddad on the way here. Elizabeth gra
