Chapter SevenIna walked out of the villa and into the garden.
It was high up in the hills above Nice and there was a panoramic view of the islands, the sea and the very blue sky.
She stood gazing at it and then, as if it hurt her, she turned to where among a huge clump of flowering shrubs there was a stone seat.
She sat down, putting beside her the drawing book, which Hannah had suggested she took with her into the garden.
“Go and draw the view,” Hannah had suggested. “It’s what your father would have wanted to do and it’d be hard to find a better one around here.”
Ina knew that she was speaking the truth. At the same time she had no wish to draw and the new book that Hannah had bought for her in Nice remained empty.
Even to look at it made Ina remember another book, her old one with
