Ika’s question during that early meal together awakened memories. Some of those on which I seldom dwelled. Those that sat at the furthermost back of my mind as an ever-present background murmur, a sea forever undulating in a constrained dark place. Never visible, yet always there. Those memories ...
Astrid hadn’t stirred and her breathing was light. Except for the buzzing of a couple of drowsy flies on the windowsill, the room was silent. Veronika closed her eyes and continued. ‘I left Johan there, and to me he is frozen in time. And all I see is his back. Never his face.’ She paused. ‘It is...