Page 91 of Lost in Love

“Dad.” Anna perched on the table and tapped him on the arm.

Katherine sniggered. “Subtle, Harry. Very subtle.”

“Well, whenever you get around to it. What matters is that now I get to see you both, and more importantly” — he slowly lifted his arm and pointed at Anna’s face — “I get to see that smile.”

Anna took his shaking hand and placed it on the arm of the chair, keeping her hand on top of it.

“Look, Dad.” Anna pointed at the urn. “I’ve brought Mum to stay with you.”

“I noticed. Thanks, love. So the house has gone now then?”

Anna nodded, failing to hold back tears.

“There, there, love; life moves on and we must with it. It won’t be long before you two are in here, tearing the place up with your gal pals. Make the most of life and each other; that’s what your mum would have said.”

Anna nodded and wiped her eyes.

“No more tears, eh?”

Anna smiled at him. “No more tears.”

As they left the care home an hour later, Anna hooked herself onto Katherine’s arm and leaned into her as they walked to the car. She felt truly free of the feeling of foreboding that had been her constant companion for many months. The ache in the pit of her stomach had been replaced by butterflies.

Katherine turned to her as they reached the car. “Let’s go and make some new memories.”

Anna nodded. “Bagsy! I drive,” she shouted as she ran around to the driver’s side.

“I’m never driving this car again, am I?”

Anna shook her head and smiled.

THE END