Chapter 25Torn all ways very much summed up how she felt. Here she was, with Lucy sat next to her on the settee holding her hand, which last week was exactly where she’d have said she wanted to be.
She had been pushing her greedy thoughts about Anna still being alive away since last spring, ever since she’d first spoken to Webber. It had been quite easy before Christmas. Just the regular grief she was getting used to carrying, with an occasional throb of what if and a firm resolution to move on with life in the way she’d have wanted Anna to if it had been Sylvia who’d been lost.
But the last couple of months, since she’d found out that moving through time wasn’t just Arthur Webber’s ravings, since she’d properly met the men up at the farm, her thoughts had become more and more confused.
