The Heavenly Italian Ice Cream Shop - Plot & Excerpts
When she’d arrived earlier that evening, her uncle Martin had welcomed her in, no questions asked, seeming to understand that she needed a quiet place to be. On the way over, her nerves had felt raw and frayed after the conversation with Finn, but now she drew some comfort from the surroundings – her grandmother’s house would always be a haven. It had the power to transport her back to a time when she’d felt nothing bad could or would ever happen, a childhood mostly spent in tears of laughter with her sister and parents, building dens and making potions – mixing things sweet and grimly chemical that they found around the house, pretending to be magicians. Life had been simpler then. A knock at her door jolted her out of her memories. Uncle Martin smiled apologetically. ‘Your parents are here,’ he said. ‘What? Why?’ she said. ‘They just popped in. But, when I mentioned to your mum you were here, she was quite insistent.’ ‘OK. Don’t worry, I’ll come down.’ Imogen followed her uncle down the stairs, her heart heavy.
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