This is why she had left Ingrid’s gift of an old party dress on the shelf for so long. She is tempted to rip the fabric to pieces. Far too tempted. The intruders ruined her old sewing machine and she misses it. It was her best skip-find ever, a solid model that had been going strong for maybe fifty years. She bought her current machine in a flea market. The former owner had claimed that she had hardly used it. Obviously she had used it enough to mess up the thread tension. Linnéa gets up, opens the sitting-room window and fingers the packet of cigarettes on the windowsill. But she has smoked too many already and has too little money left. Engelsfors almost glows in the afternoon sunshine. Linnéa tries to lose herself in the music from her laptop. The playlist is the one with Elias’s favourites. It’s his birthday today, but she hasn’t had the strength to visit his grave. She hasn’t even been able to write to him in her diary. She still hasn’t heard from Vanessa. Does it mean that it’s all over?
