“What a terrible discovery.” Rosie poured two glass of gin and tonic over ice. “But what made you look there in the first place? Shall we sit outside while its warm enough? Here you go, darling.”
“Thanks.” Charlotte took both glasses and followed Rosie’s wheelchair to the outdoor dining table. Once Rosie settled at one end, Charlotte handed one glass over and sat to her right. The first sip was welcome. More than she expected. She let it reach her stomach and warm it before remembering Rosie’s question.
“It was a trick of the light, I guess. Sunshine on the bushland at the right moment and there they were, a trail of flowers.”
“What kind of flowers? Where were you?”
“Oh. Trev helped me move the wardrobe and the window offers a wonderful view of the forest behind the bookshop. I was clo
