Cora POV
Everything had started okay, or so I had thought.
The room was finished, and I felt good inside. I was making the right decision. I pulled out the clothes I was going to wear to work tomorrow and set them aside in the walk-in robe.
Now what?
Soft rock was playing, and I felt like sitting on the balcony.
Sitting in one of the chairs, I watched the billowy clouds float by and listened to the club members working in the grounds, bikes coming and going, as life continued, as it should.
I felt melancholy.
Remnants of my dream didn't go completely away, so I thought of my mother, the time we spent together, and how close I had been with her. We were like twins or sisters, not mother and daughter. We shared the same love of life, had the same sense of humour, and she taught me
