Epilogue
Apple blossom blew in swathes over the church path as they made their way toward the gate. They were silent, walking in a crowd of other women, all blinking in the bright April sunlight after the cool dimness of the church.
There wasn’t much chatter. It had been a short but heartfelt service of remembrance. The Royaumont women who had managed to attend were going back to Anna’s parents’ house with the rest of the congregation. They’d be able to catch up with each other there.
For now, they all seemed content to let the soaring music and soft words of the memorial fall over them like a blanket, muffling their conversations.
“All right?” Lucy asked Sylvia, as they came to the gate.
Sylvia nodded. “Yes, perfectly. You?”
Lucy nodded back, patting her arm. She opened her mouth
