The rest of the morning passed quietly, almost too quietly for Lynda’s comfort. Peace was a rare visitor in her life, and every time it came, she feared it would leave too quickly. But today felt different. Softer. Steady. Like the house itself had taken a long breath.

After they finished their tea, Lukas stepped inside, saying he had to take a call, leaving Lynda and Oliver out on the veranda.

Oliver stretched his legs out, wiggling his toes. ‘’You know he said’’ a grin tugging at ...