The garden was frosty that morning. It was late November now and Jayne was nearly back to full strength. The doctors had told her that she was lucky to have kept the use of her arm.

The distressing process of exhuming Caroline's grave had been carried out and as expected, dental records had proven the body to be that of Maria Tsakalotos. The Greek woman's grieving family reburied her in a small cemetery in Patras. Jayne had written to them. She had never met Maria, but there would always be a connection.

They had found Caroline's body near to where Jayne had guessed it might be, and flown her remains back home. It was little consolation for her parents, given their new grief on finding out their own son had killed her.

There was a memorial for Amanda, and a funeral for Rory. Ju...

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