Annabel glanced across at Grace and tutted, but then did as requested. James turned obediently, but with his arms folded as though he doubted he’d be impressed. Grace surveyed the desolate expanse, mottled with melting snow, wondering why she’d felt so defensive when James had spoken. There was something beautiful about this place, she thought – in daylight, the raw, untouched vista had the power to stop your mind for a moment. Here, you didn’t have to look up to see the sky, it came right down and met you, ever-present beyond the ceaseless shifting of colour, clouds and light.

Briefly, the void inside her was filled with something close to peace. She remembered standing in a similar spot with Adam, holding hands, their tiny daughter in a sling against her chest. She recalled the sense of belonging she had felt; the contentment in Adam’s face. Even though he wasn’t here, this place linked them. So should she indulge her occasional crazy notions about staying here and trying to carve out a life for herself once the cottage was renovated? Of course not, she told herself hastily. She was a city girl. But she was all too aware that she had never known London as a single mother, and she wasn’t daft enough to think it would be the same for her now.

So what choices did she have? She sighed. Nothing much was clear to her at the moment. Nothing except Millie’s mittened hands clutching her mother’s ponytail. When she looked at her daughter she felt a resolve of purpose beyond herself, and at present that was enough to keep her going when everything else seemed so uncertain.

She let her thoughts drift away, coming back to her surroundings. The chilly air filled her nostrils, fresh and slightly sweet. As she breathed in, a gust of cold wind nipped at her face, setting her teeth on edge.

‘It is beautiful, in a rugged, remote sort of way,’ Annabel said, breaking the spell. ‘But still, you shouldn’t hide out here for too long, Grace …’

Grace felt stung by the remark. ‘I’m not hiding, Annabel. I’m doing what needs to be done.’

Annabel and James caught each other’s eyes, and Grace had to breathe deeply to stop herself yelling at them. She put Millie back in her pushchair, then barked, ‘This way,’ and walked off without checking to see if they were coming with her.

No one spoke as they followed the rough stone path, the fresh, clean air rolling over the hills and bursting into their faces. The wind was a puppeteer, bending the trees to its will and making the dead leaves and twigs dance and scuttle along the ground away from them. Grace tried to concentrate on pushing Millie along the rocky path, but her mind insisted on drifting back to what Annabel had just said. Was she hiding? Was that really why she had come back?

She attempted to distract herself, watching a flock of fieldfares dart overhead, and Millie shrieked with delight as they spooked a grouse into noisy flight. But for the most part there was nothing except a glorious expanse of nature at its barest, and for Grace the solitude and silence were settling. Out here she didn’t feel so lost, or overwhelmed, or alone.

They reached a patch of open ground with a cluster of large flat boulders, which overlooked the train line that followed the curves of the valley. As they slowed, Annabel cried, ‘Oh my god, that’s Lover’s Leap.’ She pointed to a place a little further on, where the rail track crossed a steel bridge suspended above a small gorge, partially hidden from view. ‘I read about it in your book, Grace, and Ben mentioned it as well. It’s probably the most haunted place in the area. People have been going over the edge since time began, apparently – usually because of unrequited love.’

James shook his head. ‘Love makes people do the strangest things,’ he said, gazing into the distance.

Grace couldn’t bear this conversation. ‘Can we keep going?’ she asked them, hurriedly getting up.

The other two got to their feet and followed her. Grace tried to imagine Ben telling Annabel stories of the moors, unable to picture him conversing so freely. Then her mind switched back to Adam, wandering along this same track with her, his arm slung over her shoulders as he told her about his plans for the cottage, for their new life.

All at once, she couldn’t bear her constant reminiscing. She stopped and swung round, startling James and Annabel. ‘Where the hell is he?’ she cried. ‘What happened? I mean, he wouldn’t just disappear. And he wasn’t the kind to jump off cliffs.’

She glared at them, hands on hips, demanding that one of them answer her.

‘He might still come back,’ Annabel said uncertainly.

‘Why the hell would you say that?’ Grace shouted. She caught Millie’s eye, and as she registered Millie’s alarm she made an effort to calm herself down. ‘Don’t you see, I can’t think like that any more. Because how long am I meant to wait? There are no rules as far as I can see. What’s the proper time for this? Two years? Five? Ten? I could spend the rest of my life waiting – what kind of miserable existence is that?’

There was silence, then James said, ‘Grace, I’m not sure that staying here is good for you if it’s making you feel like this.’

Grace threw her hands in the air. ‘I KNOW that, James! But what choice do I have? I have no major assets except a damned cottage I can’t sell, and I have to sort everything out properly for Millie’s sake. Adam did care about his daughter, whatever anyone says, and I want her at least to have some things of her father’s to remember him by. And that’s as far as I can think about it without going crazy.’

Annabel came over and began to rub Grace’s arm. ‘Let’s not talk about it any more. Let’s help you do what you need to, and try to enjoy Christmas. Time to move on, eh?’

Grace saw that Annabel was upset now. Her sister’s heartfelt sympathy took the fight out of her, and she buried her face in her hands. ‘I miss him,’ she said, confused and defeated, feeling her eyes filling with tears. At which James and Annabel both wrapped their arms around her, taking her weight, even if only for a moment.

Millie sat on her mother’s lap, as Grace turned the pages of a book and pointed to the pictures. Her mood was low, and she wondered if it would have been better had they gone to town with James and Annabel. But she needed to stop for a while and rest, particularly as she was heading out this evening. And she also wanted to spend some proper time with Millie. Grace knew she was physically meeting her daughter’s needs, but her mind was often elsewhere, and meanwhile Millie grew and changed every day. Grace wanted to absorb as much of this sweet little toddler as she could.

As she closed the book, there was an unexpected knock on the door. She jumped, startling Millie. ‘Who’s that?’ Grace asked as Millie stared impassively at her. She set the little girl on the floor with the book and went to find out.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a Christmas tree, standing alone in front of her, its branches flailing in the wind. ‘Did you knock?’ she asked the tree, then couldn’t help chuckling to herself.

‘Yes, we did.’ Ben peeped around from behind it. ‘I thought you might like this. If you don’t want it I’ll put it up instead, but I think it would go better in here. And I heard that you’d knocked down a wall to make room for it.’

Grace beamed at him. ‘That’s a great idea. Thank you!’

She stood back as Ben lifted the tree and swung it over the threshold, pushing it towards the front room. Millie looked up in awe, and Grace went to pick her up, while Ben asked, ‘Where do you want it?’