The present can never be separated from the past, as Jack Lomax knows so well.
The Chamber
We are all
made up of mistakes, each and every one of us. Mistakes of genetics, mistakes
of birth, a mistake in an exam that takes us from pass to fail and a wrong turn
that takes us to places we never should go.
Jack is thinking about mistakes as he stands next
to Jess’s grave, in the shadow of St Christopher’s Church. The grass is neat
and the flowers fresh in this part of the churchyard; someone has not forgotten
Jess even after twenty years. The headstone glistens in the rain, and the rain
that falls on Jack is cold, but not as cold as the grave he stands beside.
Is it a
mistake to come back? Twenty years. Two decades, almost a generation.
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