Chapter 206 Final Goodbye

• She had spent a day in the convent and the monastery, reliving the days she had spent here, years ago. Holding Lucien Delano’s hand, she had clambered up the slope and they had sat on a boulder in silence, their breath coming in puffs, as they silently marvelled at the majesty of the mountains around them. The serenity of nature, broken only by the bleating of sheep in the village far below, and the chiming of bells from the monastery. Safe in the arms of her lover, Proserpina stared out, weeping silently for the friend who was living his last days.
• Earlier, she had pointed out things to him as they strolled, hand in hand.
• “This is where Piers said his first words,” she had dimpled, and the Don felt a sense of deep loss.