***Serena***
I follow Finn and his dad down a large corridor lined with paintings, a little like the one we walked through this morning but a bit grander. This corridor however, leads into a large living area; or at least I think its meant to be one.
It's huge.
The carpet is a deep green and feels absolutely amazing underfoot. There are three large gilded sofas in a U configuration which look very expensive.
On one of these sofas is a woman, and I immediately recognise her as Finn's mother. He looks so much like her.
She too has sandy blonde hair, which thankfully has not fallen victim to the chemotherapy. She too has startlingly blue eyes.
I am saddened to see that she has a greyish appearance to her skin, like anyone else I had ever met fighting cancer. I immediately feel a rush of
