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Sienna
Anja was cremated this morning, and I spread her ashes across the waves of the Arabian Sea.
Since she passed away, I've been numb. I'm not sure what I am supposed to feel. Regret at all the time I didn't have with her? Or perhaps I should be grateful that I had a week with her. Right now, I feel empty, as if all my emotions have drained away with her.
Neil and I are back at the bungalow.
So I sit in the study that had once been my father's, hands wrapped around a cup of hot tea, and wait for Neil to speak.
Books line an entire wall and on a mantelpiece sits pictures of a family. My family. One I am getting to know. Of my mother and father and me in happier times.
There are also pictures of me as a baby, as a little girl, till I'd been kidnapped at five.
Those gaps in my m
