Chapter 20
Three days agoThe drifting, eerie sound of alpenhorns pulled Leo out of the deepest sleep he'd had for longer than he could remember. He knew those were for Maria, for her funeral later that day. The old women who'd been there for the arrangements would be singing “The Song of the Dawn” for her before much longer. The finality unnerved him even more than the doctor's words back in the hospice ward had.
Some part of him, maybe his heart, had been lonely and cold since she moved out of their house to finish her slow suicide. He didn't think that would ever change as long as he lived, no matter what Ana said.
That part felt safe and warm this morning even though he couldn't remember a single dream.
He slid the door open and stepped out onto the balcony like he'd done every morn
