***Serena***
We emerge from the tree into the dusky light of the Kensington Palace grounds.
It feels very strange, being back here.
Because I knew Robert was no longer cooking his fantastic bacon sandwiches with a tea towel slung over his shoulder.
He was no longer going to look at us disapprovingly any time we got photographed kissing each other in public.
He was never again going to steal proud looks at his son when he thought no one was watching.
"Serena," James says softly, breaking me out of my train of thought. I look at him through watery eyes.
"Your mum...Lottie. I can't...I want to...but...not tonight, I just want to be...still. I just-"
"-want a bath?" he offers. I sigh happily and nod.
"Yes. That would be fantastic," I tell him. He takes my hand and gives it a kiss, som
