The Lavender Garden
Gassin, South of France
Emilie felt the pressure on her hand relax and looked down at her mother. As she watched, it seemed that, while Valérie’s soul departed her body, the pain that had contorted her features was disappearing too, enabling Emilie to look past the emaciated face and remember the beauty her mother had once possessed.
“She has left us,” murmured Phillipe, the doctor, pointlessly.
Behind her, she heard...