Charlotte scanned the area around her. The flowers in the wreath looked so fresh…what if the person who’d laid them was close?
How old was the grave? Assuming it was a grave and not a prop for a photo shoot or some prank.
It is a grave.
It is a grave.All was quiet. Not even birdsong reached her ears. She dialled Trev, keeping one eye on the way she’d walked in.
“I hope you are calling with a reason for me to stop shopping.” Trev answered. Shopping mall music played in the background and a child screamed.
Rosie’s voice echoed through the phone. “Don’t believe him. He is having a wonderful time, darling.”
“Hi Rosie.”
“Charlie says hi. You finish browsing, Mum, and I’ll be right back.” A moment later, the music quietened a little. “Sorry. Found an exit. What’s up?”
“I went for a bit o
