Chloe hurries back the way they came, turns right, and takes another gravel path winding past more headstones. A wooden sign marks the Garden of Remembrance; she follows it, and sees on the other side of the garden a squat log-panelled hut. Inside there is a tap.

She fills the vase quickly, then makes her way out towards the path back to Nan. Only as she does, she spots a memorial stone. She stops and stares, then bends down for a closer look. She pulls her coat sleeve up over her hand and wipes it across the small black marble stone. It is a memorial for a little girl.

‘Not a nice job, is it?’ a voice behind her interrupts.

She turns to see a man in his seventies, wearing a flat cap and wiping at his rheumy blue eyes with a white handkerchief. He points at the plaque. ‘But we’ve got to remember them somehow, ent we? The only way we know how.’

Chloe nods. She looks up towards the path where she had left Nan.

‘Irene usually does this for our Katy – our granddaughter, like – but winter’s got her bad this year, terrible chest infection, so I said I’d come up here today, just check on the babby. We don’t get up as often as we’d like – perhaps why we haven’t met before. It makes you feel bad, dun’it, when you can’t come as often? Still, you never forget, you always carry them in here.’ He pats his chest, and coughs a little as he does. He glances at her vase then. ‘Be careful you don’t put too much water in there, otherwise the birds come and get a drink and, well, it makes the plaque messy, like, them doing their business and all, if you know what I mean.’

Chloe tips a little water away onto the grass. She is about to hurry back to Nan when he starts talking again.

‘Relative, is she? Daughter?’

Chloe doesn’t reply.

He bends forward, squinting a little, and takes a closer look at the stone. ‘Oh, 1979, must make you . . . a sister?’

‘Oh, I . . .’ She looks down at the daffodils in her hand and realizes how he came to this conclusion.

‘Ah, well, she’ll be glad to have you looking out for her, that’s what big sisters are for, ent they?’ He smiles and wipes at his eyes once more with the handkerchief. ‘You want to get some plants in here, you could spread out a bit—’

‘Oh, I’m not—’