Back Summer in Greece
Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Patricia Wilson
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. More from Patricia Wilson
  59. About the Author
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Author’s Note

‘You made me get up to see the sunrise, David, you were crazy to photograph it. At first everywhere was a little dull and grey, and the air was so still, as if the world was holding its breath. Everything changed when that huge sun came over the horizon. What a drama, magnificent, the world turned golden, the water, the sky, Oh, my goodness, the sun moved so quickly. I wanted it to stop, wait for me to catch up. Does that sound silly? I’ve never forgotten that morning, my first sunrise, David.’

She swiped her tears away, sniffed, and forced a smile. ‘Please, just look at me if you remember it. Just glance my way if you know who I am.’

He stared at the brick in his hand, turning it over and over and rocking back and forth slightly.

Exasperated, she said quietly, ‘Then we stood on our heads and ate giant slugs.’

A reaction, something, please, oh, David, please. One small thing, just a glance, and then I’ll come back!

Nothing, not so much as a pause or frown. She might as well not be there. The time had come.

‘David, I have something important to tell you. I saved somebody’s life, recently, and it seems to have changed me. Like the event restored a kind of balance to my own life, and now I can move on and stop living in the past. I’m sorry to tell you, David, I’m not coming back. I realise you won’t miss me, and that you don’t even know who I am, but I felt I had to come and tell you myself.’ Even now, she longed for the smallest response, anything, please, even anger. There was nothing, and that nothing weighed so heavily on her, she gave up trying to hold back the tears that now ran freely down her cheeks. ‘You’ll always be in my heart, darling David,’ she sobbed. ‘You see, true love never dies. I’ll continue to cover your extra costs here, but I do need to move on. I have learned the hardest thing is to let go, but I must.’

He took the block from her hand and tried to push it through the round hole.

‘Our son, and I suspect in not too many years, our grandson, will also need me. And as for myself, I think I’ve found love again, after all these long, lonely years.’

Shelly turned and stared out of the window, seeing nothing but a blur of green through the tears that were still falling. After dragging one of Gordon’s big white hankies from her handbag, she dried her eyes and blew her nose.