It had taken five years before she could visit here without crying. Now another five years had passed, and she sometimes went whole weeks without thinking of her little boy, George, or her ex-husband, Dominic. This last week of August, the anniversary of George's death, was the only time she allowed herself to remember. A sad smile pulled at her lips as poignant memories of her dear little two-year-old son flooded her mind. The awful tragedy of losing him no longer obliterated the good times that had gone before. But even after all this time, she found it difficult to think of Dominic without anger and resentment. She reached the end of the lane where a large gate opened onto a slipway so tourists could launch boats into the ocean. The small parking space for vacationers staying at Beach View Cottage was occupied by an expensive sports car. Lucy's lips pinched with disapproval. Some people were just selfish, parking in other people's spaces. Her only option was to park in the turning area by the slipway gate and hope nobody needed access.
