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On any other morning, a leisurely walk around one of Britain’s most loved and best-known gardens would’ve sounded like a great idea, but Caroline barely had the energy to get out of bed. She looked at the icy blue sky through the window and considered that the bitterly cold morning might at least help wake her up.
The black roses she saw at Amie Tanner’s house had played on her mind ever since she’d spotted them. When Amie had said she’d always presumed her mother or husband was sending them after her father’s death, but that they had always denied this, Caroline noticed a look on Amie’s face that perturbed her. It was as if Amie herself was confused by the situation, but still grateful for the memory of her dad.
Coupled with Amie’s father having worked at Barnsdale Gardens in the ye
