Outside, morning light spread across the vineyard.
I opened the doors to the terrace and let the cold air into the room.
For the first time since the funeral, the house did not feel like it was holding a secret.
It felt like mine.
Outside, morning light spread across the vineyard.
I opened the doors to the terrace and let the cold air into the room.
For the first time since the funeral, the house did not feel like it was holding a secret.
It felt like mine.