Vivian
“I don’t know what else I thought would happen,” I admitted to Marian after telling her how my morning with Finn went.
She sat on the porch swing quietly reading a book while I pruned the garden. Some of the plants had overgrown and were strangling smaller flowers. I found some shears in the cottage and thought it would be nice to have something to keep me busy.
“Now you know. I guess there’s no point in hoping he’ll change.”
I sighed heavily and snipped a vine from around a flower. Part of me imagined that vine being Finn’s neck.
“No, I guess not.”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.”
I snapped the shears closed and whipped around to face the front gate. A thin, sickly-looking woman with strawberry blond hair approached with a friendly smile.
“Who a
