right this time.”
“What
do you mean?”
“When
I go home for the funeral, I'll most likely be asked some questions,” Marianne
was completely calm again. “I'll be able to see my parents one final time. I've
made my peace in therapy that our relationship was beyond repair. I'd still
like to say goodbye.”
“You
would?”
“I
would,” Marianne began to pour the tea. “I can say goodbye to the house. I can
visit Dani in the cemetery. I can put it all behind me, properly, once and for
all.”
“I
don't know if that's a good idea,” Nick told her.
“Why
not?” Marianne passed him his tea. Her hand was steady.
“You
still have nightmares about that house. You still have nightmares about the
woods where Dani was found. Five years later and you still have nightmares.”
“I
know,” Marianne looked into his eyes. “I've accepted that I probably always
will. But I left in such a hurry, Nick. I want to say goodbye.”
“I
hope it is goodbye,” Nick answered.
“It
has to be,” Marianne said.