They would meet in the summer house. It was silly, she knew, but every time she went there, she could almost see him in the window beckoning for her to come. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this was real, but what if?
What if he was there and she made it through the maze, would he be there really? What a lovely thought. She smiled.
“Helen, come to me now my love! I need you more than you could know!”
“Peter, wait for me. One more day!”
That night, she died in her sleep in their bed.