Chapter 47

The girls spent the rest of the day at the cottage in Rose’s workroom. She had been glad to be able to go straight to the car when Abby went in for Muffin and even more delighted to see Morag’s car was nowhere to be seen anymore.

At the cottage, she had been teaching Abby about illustrating whimsical creatures and magical forests, watercolour and the use of inks and pens in her work; together, they had been creating some little art pieces for Abby’s room. Magical Unicorn and princess-style pictures in soft tones and muted colours.

There was something relaxing and healing about sitting side by side in silence and painting, the companionship of another artist in the way her aunt and she had sat as a child. She realised in that tiny moment why her aunt loved bringing her here, and it pained her to think of her again.

She had got so good at pushing it away. Forcing the memories down until she could deal with the pain, but today she felt more able to let them linger fo