EPILOGUE: THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW…THREE YEARS LATER
Pulling the shutters apart, I push the French doors wide open, and step out on to the stone tiles. The sun is bright, but the temperature is still cool, given that it is before ten o’clock in the morning. Lincoln headed out to the market to collect some last minute Christmas ‘essentials’ so that everyone has what they want for the day. Stretching my legs out on the sunbed, I pull my hat forward a little needing the shade. I know I could be looking through the sales report for the previous week, but having a moment to myself is a rarity I plan to enjoy. A big difference from when I was alone all the time in my flat. It seems like a million years ago. Smiling, I look out at our pool that precedes the view of the sea in the distance. It is still as staggeringly beautiful as the first day I sa
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