Chapter 116
John asked Branwen to drive the hired car to Manchester, one of the few times she’d sat behind the wheel with him along. He normally enjoyed it too much to want anyone else to take over.
He barely noticed the curving road through the national park, cutting through dense stands of dark green pines and ghostly branches of trees bare for the winter. Skirting the edges of lakes, passing through villages nearly hibernating until warmer weather returned.
Today he was thankful she felt up to it, and even more thankful she didn’t feel like talking.
The gentle swaying motion of the big sedan, the smooth, quiet ride, even the scent of Fiona’s bundles of tea and herbs in the back seat, left John barely able to keep his eyes open.
He could only sense Branwen dimly, but she felt more a
