Before the world drove them apart he helped her to plant daffodils on her parents’ grave.
When the green shoots poked their noses through the grass, the sight of them hurt so much she could barely draw breath.
But today was Mum’s birthday, so she dragged herself to the cemetery moving like an automaton. The grave was covered with yellow, nodding daffodils and that was beyond bearing. She knelt on the cold ground weeping silently, when a voice she never thought to hear again spoke from behind her.
“I’m home. If you will have me…”
She turned into his embrace.