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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. April 2018
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. July 2018
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. December 2018
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. March 2019
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. May 2019
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. April 2020
  41. 33
  42. 34
  43. December 2020
  44. 35
  45. Does ‘The End’ ever leave you wanting more?
  46. Nico and Fern
  47. Isabel, the Marquesa de Aytona
  48. Aiden and Joss
  49. Taylor and Kellie
  50. Ceana
  51. Pierce
  52. Dee-Dee and Odile
  53. Patricia
  54. Bastien
  55. Margot
  56. Hannah and Owen
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. More from Lucy Coleman
  59. About the Author
  60. About Boldwood Books

‘Officially, I’m a volunteer, so every morning I help out. My first week was spent mainly in the garden supervising a small team. But I also got involved in helping with a repair to one of the barns. Next week, I’ll probably be assisting in the craft room. In the afternoons, I can attend any of the classes that I choose, so I only get to paint in here at the end of the working day, really.’

I can see from her face she’s rather surprised.

‘And how’s Aiden?’ she asks, rather pointedly.

‘He’s been opal mining of all things! You obviously haven’t seen my mum, then. I’m sure she would have told you all about it, although Hannah didn’t tell her until after we were sure Aiden was safe. They ended up having to leave at short notice due to a dispute over the lease and it got a bit nasty. He’s in Adelaide now, figuring out his next move.’

Her face has dropped. ‘For goodness’ sake, you two. This was supposed to be a fun-filled year, not a bloomin’ game changer. Will I even recognise my old neighbours when they get back home?’

‘Less of the old.’

‘I was speaking figuratively. Was this the intention all along? Because it looks a bit like you guys are going your separate ways. It’s good to see you looking so perky but, hmm, that’s quite an experience you’re having there, too. I’m just rather surprised by it all, to be frank with you.’

Now I wish I’d ignored my fleeting moment of homesickness.

‘Aiden’s always yearned for a little adventure. Me, I’ve always yearned to sit and draw, although it turns out I’m happier with a brush in my hand. And, Georgia, it’s a truly wonderful feeling. Like nothing else I’ve ever done before, you know, just for me. I’ve found my guilty pleasure at long last.’

I almost find myself whispering the words and her eyes open wide in surprise.

‘As long as it’s the painting that’s your guilty pleasure,’ she replies, as I give her a wry look, ‘then I suppose I’ll get used to this new artsy side of you. Who would have guessed it?’

‘Look at the garden, Georgia, it’s the inspiration for my first canvas.’

‘Gosh, that’s beyond beautiful, Fern. You know, you look so relaxed and happy. I can’t believe you aren’t stressing over Aiden and the family like you usually do. I haven’t seen any comings and goings at your place, yet. Are they all doing well?’