32The Château stood on a hilltop, surrounded by thick woodland, allowing the occupants a level of privacy not available to many such castles in the region. Lambert took the car up the winding, twisting path to the huge gates and parked in the designated area, which seemed something of an afterthought. Broken ground, invaded by weeds, brought an air of neglect to the surrounding area. A faded sign nailed to the door denoting the opening times only fuelled the belief that here was a place where apathy had taken a firm grip.
He turned and saw Lorna standing there, smiling. She breathed in the air, thick with aroma of the encroaching vegetation. “I knew you would come.”
He frowned. Hadn't everything led them both to this moment? “Of course. I had little choice.”
“There is such sadness here,
