by Emma Davies
She smiled up at the portrait. ‘And now you’ve brought him and his family back to life too, well their memory at least. I know they’re dead, Merry, but there’s a part of me that wonders if that makes no difference. I keep expecting them all to come walking back through the door, smiles on their faces, laughing like they always were.’
Merry looked up into the happy faces on the wall and then back down to her husband and friends who were deep in conversation. ‘I know exactly what you mean, Cora. Life really is what we make it isn’t it, and right now, I can’t think of a better one.’
From their space on the wall, overlooking their new home, Marina and Catherine seemed to approve. If she didn’t know better, Merry could swear their smiles were just that little bit brighter than usual.