I catch my breath and look towards Glen Turrett. Green valleys stretch out before us and into the hills beyond. Clouds hide the sky, but not the light. This gives the grass and trees an emerald hue. What strikes me most is the emptiness of the space and the chill in the air. We sit in silence for some time.
“Tell me,” Mrs. Wilson say finally.
“Tell you what?”
“Everything,” she replies in her matter-of-fact voice.
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