Chapter 40
Kiah Langley’s funeral was a very small gathering, which she would have approved of, but it was also very sombre, which she would have hated. Yet all in all, Annie knew she wouldn’t have really cared because it just wasn’t that important to her. The important part came a few days later, when Annie tapped on Lucas’s window in the pre-dawn light with an ornamental urn under her arm. Harry was already up and waiting, of course, so without a word Annie led them both down to the river and then started to pick her way southwards along the overgrown trail. Early dew soaked their leather work boots, and the warbling sound of magpies and cranky cockatoos heralded their passage.
The light breeze held no remaining trace of smoke and yet somehow the air still felt tainted. Annie walked br
