'Well, no harm done,' Louise said cheerfully. 'You'll have to drop it off some time, that's all.' And she whizzed off.
Olivia looked down at the key. Yes, she thought I suppose I will.
Her stomach was churning as she walked along Lancey Terrace the following afternoon. She was sorely tempted to turn back, and post the key to Sasha. But as she telephoned to make sure her ex-landlady would be at home that would be neither kind nor fair. Particularly as Sasha had sounded so thrilled to hear from her.
'Darling child,' Sasha enveloped her in a scented embrace. She stood back, giving Olivia a critical look. 'You've lost weight, and you can't afford to. And so pale, tod. Come in. I've just made a pot of coffee.'
Humph warbled at her, then circled her three times, and jumped on to her lap as soon as she sat down.
'You see, we all miss you.' Sasha poured the coffee.
'I'm really sorry about taking the key.' Olivia produced it.
'Don't worry about it The boy who took your flat doesn't want it The garden's not his thing, as it was yours.'
'No,' Olivia said with constraint. She put the key down on the table in front of her.
'Darling,' Sasha said gently. 'Is there anything you'd like to talk about? I can't bear to see you look so sad.'
'There's nothing,' Olivia said. 'Except that I'm probably going back to Bristol' She forced a smile. 'I don't think London suits me.'
Sasha sighed. 'Well, don't decide anything too hastily. Perhaps you and London haven't given each other a proper chance.' She paused. 'Is there anything you want to ask me-about anyone?'
The muscles tightened in Olivia's throat 'No.'
'He looks so dreadful,' Sasha went on, as if Olivia hadn't spoken. 'He doesn't smile. He's like a stranger. And I feel almost sorry for some of those poor people he interviews. Everyone's saying he goes too far these days.'
Olivia stared down at her coffee. She said with difficulty, 'Do you remember the sundial in the garden? The inscription says, "Time makes Love pass." Do you think it's true?'
'Oh, my dear girl, of course not,' Sasha told her sadly. 'When love is real and true it lasts for ever.' Her eyes were misty. 'When I think of my beloved it's as if we'd just met. As if he's waiting for me at some turn in the path. That's how it must be.'
She pushed the key back towards Olivia. 'Keep it for a while, darling. Come back sometimes, and walk in the garden. Humph will go with you if you want company. And he doesn't mind if you cry, either. He's been such a comfort to me. Sit, and feel the sun on your face before the winter comes. It's such a healing place. It helped me so much when I lost my beloved. And it will help you. I know it.'
But your memories are happy ones, Olivia thought wistfully as she reluctantly replaced the key in her bag. I can't cure my pain unless I wipe out the past completely. And that's not possible.
There was a smell of smoke in the air as she paused at the gates, and a thin blue trail rising in the air where someone was burning leaves.
There was a raw feeling in the air, and a lot of the shrubs and trees had bare branches already, Olivia noticed, turning up her coat collar. But the clearing with the sundial was surrounded by evergreens, so it still retained the sense of being cut off from the rest of the world.
The bench felt slightly damp, so she decided not to sit down. Instead, she walked over to the sundial, and ran her fingers over the inscription.
She would just have to pray that Sasha was wrong, she thought with a pang, and turned, sighing, to go.
Declan was standing a few yards away, just inside the clearing. He was wearing jeans, and a dark blue sweater with a roll collar. He looked haggard, and as if he hadn't slept for weeks.
He said hoarsely, 'Olivia. You're here.'
She said bitterly, 'I suppose Sasha tipped you off?'
'No.' Declan shook his head. 'I've been here every day. Waiting for you. I told myself if I was patient you'd come eventually.'
Her heart twisted inside hear. She said crisply, 'And now I'm going.'
He took a step towards her. 'Not yet. Not until I've had a chance to talk to you-to explain … '
'I had all the explanation I needed-that morning-when you couldn't look me in the face.' Pain clutched her again at the memory.
'What do you want me to say?' There was anguish in his voice. 'That the thought of taking you away from that cheating bastard never occurred to me? I can't And I did taunt him with it He was right about that, damn him. And I'm not proud of it In some ways I deserved every harsh word you flung at me when you walked out on me.' His voice deepened passionately. 'But everything changed after we had dinner together. You must have known that.'
She said wearily, 'I don't think I know anything any more.'
'And do you think I wasn't confused too? To have all my assumptions about you suddenly challenged like that?' He bit his lip. 'I wanted to believe you were as worthless as Jeremy himself. I-needed to think that, because I didn't want to face the fact that I was fighting something inside myself.'
'Oh, really?' She lifted her chin scornfully. 'Next you'll be telling me it was really love at first sight'
'No,' he said. 'Although you were there, in my head, from that first moment. But I told myself that was anger- because you were going to hurt Maria. Only it wasn't that simple.'
He paused. 'When I kissed you that night, I was knocked out by your reaction. I could feel you trembling in my arms, taste the innocence on your lips. Believe me, Olivia, the hardest thing I ever did in my life was walk away and leave you.'
He looked at her pleadingly. 'Don't you see? If I'd been the villain you think, I'd have stayed. Coaxed you into inviting me into your flat Persuaded you to let me spend the night. Because I could have done. Isn't that the truth?'
In spite of herself, she felt her lips frame a silent, 'Yes.'
'Ah, my love,' he said softly. 'You were changing too.'
'But that doesn't change a thing.' She leant back against the sundial, the edge of the stone biting into her hands. 'You used me-manipulated me. Nothing can alter that.'
'Maybe not. But can't we learn from our mistakes-and be forgiven for them? Because that's what I'm asking you.' He threw his head back. 'Don't leave me, Olivia. I'll beg on my knees if you want.'
'Don't,' she said. 'It's over, Declan. You fooled me once. But you don't have to pretend any more.'
'You think what we had together was pretence?' He closed his eyes wearily. 'Dear God, no one's that good an actor.' He looked at her, his eyes intense. 'Tell me you don't love me, Olivia, Swear it, and I'll let you go. But it had better be the truth, because if you leave me I'm only going to be half alive.'
'You mustn't say these things.' Her voice broke. 'It's cruel-and unfair.'
'No,' he said harshly. 'It's right-and it's real. I'm fighting for you, Olivia, and for our happiness. For our life together. Our unborn children. You're my woman, and nothing less will do.'
He looked at her pleadingly. 'Darling, my perfect girl, you must love me. You couldn't have made love with me as you did without loving me. That isn't the way you are. You're mine, and I'm yours, and there can't be any other way. I hurt you, and nothing can alter that, but I was hurting too, thinking it was still Jeremy you wanted.'
Olivia said nothing. She could recognize the pain in his eyes, the loneliness and the fear. Recognise them because she shared them.
Only she didn't have to. And nor did he. Not any more. Never again. Because there could be forgiveness, and a new beginning. And, she realised shakily, all the happiness she could ever want in this world.
And somewhere deep inside her, in the cold, unhappy recesses of her soul, a tiny tendril of warmth and faith and trust was stirring into life. Defying the autumn chill. Coming into full, glorious bloom.
He threw his head back. 'I said everything changed when we had dinner together. What I didn't realise at first was how deep-how fundamental-the change had been. I didn't know I'd started to love you. Not then. Not immediately.
'Because I didn't expect that. If I'm honest, I didn't want it. I had my own plans.'
'I went back to Ireland to sort my head out To tell myself that you were still in love with Jeremy and I didn't have a prayer.'
His mouth twisted. 'But I couldn't stop talking about you, and at last my mother asked when she was going to meet her future daughter-in-law.
'And I knew then that, for better or worse, I had to come back. To make you see that Jeremy was no good, and that you belonged to me. To convince you, somehow, that I loved you, and wanted you as my wife. Because that was the truth and the whole truth.'
He sighed. 'I was on my way round to see you when Maria turned up. She needed my help, and I had to give it'
'How-how is she?' Olivia asked.
'Hurting badly,' he said grimly. 'But her family have rallied round her, and she's staying with her parents. I gather she's already served divorce papers on Jeremy.'