CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Charlotte hung out the last of her washing and gazed at her garden. How much she loved the vegetables and herbs growing alongside flowers. Why had Angelica been so against the place they lived for those few months, where a family could live an almost fully self-sustainable life? And nothing in their garden at the weatherboard house. Just lawn and a couple of scrawny bushes. It made no sense.
And it doesn’t matter.
Angelica’s problems were no longer Charlotte’s. She’d still consult on her care if required and take on the job of selling the house and setting up finances so Angelica had no future expenses to worry about, but the lifetime of connection through blood was severed.
She had a lot to work through. Finding her own therapist was on her new to-do list. One clos
