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Chapter
Ava
 
    Mason pulled the car to a stop in front of the tiny
Portuguese cottage George had lovingly left me. I always felt closer to him
here, and as I stared out before me, over the edge of the cliff to the ocean
that spread before me, I felt his heart beat alongside mine.
    I had been lucky, so very lucky. Life hadn’t started out
great, but then, gradually, it had become so very great. I had been loved by so
many people. I had loved so many people. My heart had created two beautiful
children, and my husband’s heart had been the very thing that had kept mine
beating.
    “You ever wished we’d done things differently, Ava?”
Mason asked quietly as he held the same gaze I did, the soft pull of blueness
making my soul let go.
    “No. Yes. Sometimes.”
    He chuckled. “My thoughts exactly.”
    “Do you think we’ll go to heaven or hell?” I asked on a
whisper.
    He pondered my question, then turned to me. “Maybe
somewhere in between.”
    I smiled. “Yeah, I like that. A place of our own.”
    “I’ll never stop fighting for you, my little warrior.
Wherever we go.”
    “And me, you.”
    We sat as a peace settled around us. It’s funny but the
end felt so very much like the beginning. In that single moment I fell in love
with Mason Fox all over again. Once again I was the girl with the striped
blouse, gazing across at a table at a man that would become my very life.
    His soul slipped into my own and reassured it. His heart
held mine, each hard beat filling me with hope for the first time in a long
while.
    Reaching for the stereo, Mason pressed play and the car
filled with Jackie Wilson, Your love keeps lifting me higher.
    I laughed and cried. I cried and laughed.
    “Ready?” he whispered.
    I nodded. “Yes.” Touching his face, I smiled. “Yes.”
     
     
    On 16 th May 2016, at 12.52pm, Mason Fox took his little warrior’s hand.
    And he pressed
the accelerator.

 
    The End
    Finally.
     
    They say Silence is Golden.
    But not this silence.
    This silence is black,
    And it hurts.