Gabe closed the rickety garden gate behind us and we strolled silently away from Lola"s cottage. Our path took us along a little country lane parallel to the town but slowly rising with each step. After only a few minutes of walking it felt as though we were miles from anywhere. I was pleased that it was warmer than it had been the past few days; there was a fresh breeze but the sky was bright and blue and the air, although crisp, didn"t feel cold. Our silence didn"t bother me; in fact, it was nice not to be talking for a little while. Sadly, despite the relaxed and easy silence, there was still no slowing of the thoughts stirring round and round and round in my poor aching head.
I felt Gabe"s warm hand search mine out, but he didn"t turn to me or speak. His hand held mine firmly and natu
