His guilt, once more, prevented that final break with H. As she knew, deep down, it would.
So many false starts. H's health deteriorated severely. His daughter talked him out of moving to Sheringham.
Coppelia's daughter married in April this year. A light which carried her through the darkness.
She sees him, they talk, that easy and close way of theirs can never be broken or lost.
Days at the British Museum, galleries, a walk here and there. But she knows. And she won't even try any
more. The sadness is so full and so wide that tears no longer count.
She finds herself looking back often, remembering. Countless images, voices, feelings from the past.
Coppelia is taking a week's holiday in his flat in Sheringham next week, staying on her own. He has
always said she is welcome to use it any time she wishes. Walking the coast path, exploring the town,
wandering, remembering, she will try not to wish or to dream too much.
Space, peace, solitude. A time and place to come to terms with it all. Wish her well.
She is alone. Really alone. Whatever happens now.
My darling boy, I should have left you so, so long ago. But my heart just would not listen.
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