CHAPTER 46 – JOANNA AND ADAM
CHICAGO
What is a home? Your own four walls? Somewhere to lay your head with the knowledge that you have a roof above you to protect from the elements? Or was it more than a physical structure? Was a home really just the combined power of its inhabitants – inhabitants who might form a family, who might be bound by the force of love? And if he was lacking these, could it be said that Tom truly had a home? Joanna’s mind raced with these questions, extravagantly.
Yet there they were, within the home that their father had left to them. They’d been given the keys by a beaming elderly lady called Sally the day before and she’d asked, to their surprise, whether she could still come and tend to the garden.
“Tom would always leave the garden to me, you see. He wo
