Page 77 of A Wedding in Provence

Hannah’s daughter, Tomi, was on the floor in front of the fireplace, her tiny fingers touching one of the bright flowery tiles.

George turned back to his sister and picked up the baby’s rattle that had been discarded.

‘Look, Tomi.’ He shook the rattle that had bells attached. ‘Ding ding!’

Luc, Sophie and Hannah all exchanged glances but any sadness at the link to the past was more than overpowered by something infused with joy.

Who was going to start the game?

Hannah did.

‘All you need is love,’ she said softly.

Who was going to argue against it?

They all shared another glance.

Nobody was. Especially when the reference to a Beatles’ song was a link that had instantly drawn Tom into their circle.

And why would they, anyway?

It was true…

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