5.1
The bedroom felt chilly. There’d been a frost the previous night and the warmth from the wood heater struggled to make it that far. Yvette buttoned her cardigan. Almost a year had passed since she was last here. Then the room was a shrine. Now it was furnished only with a steel-frame single bed and a small chest of drawers to make room for the cots Leah had borrowed from Debbie. Her travelling bag and box of art materials were crammed under the bed. It all seemed so temporary. She shivered and drew the vertical blinds.
The mountains on the western horizon glowed amber in the soft light of the morning sun. Yvette smiled, noticing the old pram Leah had parked under the veranda beside a wheelbarrow of firewood, a gift from someone on the show committee. The garden was as immaculate as e
