‘You’re my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you… please don’t take my sunshine away.’

The sky really was grey, almost black in its intensity. It looked like a storm could burst out at any moment and unleash its wrath on anything within sight.

But he didn't care. Robert.

He just stood in the field of daisies, arms crossed, staring up at the gray sky as if it were the most wondrous thing in the world. ...