Days later, when Oliver was placed in the cabin on a shrine that we’d made in his honour and all the children had left the wood, I finally asked Alexander what I’d wanted to since Ollie had died. “Alex,” I caught him standing in the garden staring at the trees, “Oliver told you something the last time you spoke. You promised him to tell me. What was it?”
Alexander turned his head slowly toward me. He blinked thoughtfully a couple of times, “Ah, yeah. I’m glad you asked. I’d almost forgotten. He said he remembered exactly what it was about you that made him love you in the first place.”
“What was it?”
“The way you loved him back.”
Chills shot down my spine and prickled across my skin.
“Are you all right, Sil?” Alex reached out and put his hand on my shoulder.
I nodded, unable to speak and helpless against my tears.
Those words should have broken my heart, but instead they healed me.
In all the years we were together, Oliver had never asked me what it was that made me love him in the first place, but I had always known the answer. It was in his eyes and in everything that he did and said. I loved him without fear or restraint because I could take one look at him and I knew how deeply he loved me in return.
It struck me right then what magic we’d truly done.
“What does it mean?” I had asked him so long ago when he had spoken of love magic.
“Love is the oldest and greatest of all the magic in the world.” He’d said, “I guess we wait and see. We’ll know in our time.”
He’d given me everything I’d ever wanted. It wasn’t a huge house or luxurious gifts. It was him. I’d only ever wanted his love. I’d only ever wanted to love him with my whole heart. I had wanted to give him his children. I wanted to raise a family with him. I’d wanted to laugh and play and run free with him. And he’d let me and he’d loved me back with such an intensity that somewhere along the way we’d become a true and real part of each other.
“I love you, Silvia. I have always loved you. I loved you before forever began and I’ll love you still after forever ends.”
Oliver had told me that, standing in the snow by the lake at Bennington when we were sixteen years old. Sixty-nine years ago he’d said those words. That day they rang through my head and echoed through my heart.
In an instant, I finally knew what he had been trying to tell me. I understood what my pain over losing him meant! It wasn’t pain at all!
That empty spot in my heart was the piece of my soul that I’d given to Oliver when he was alive. It was my gift to him, given willingly, so that we would never truly be apart and we would always, always be able to find each other. He’d taken it with him across the veil. I had been mistaking his sweetness for torture. When my heart throbbed and ached, that was the gift that Oliver had given to me while he was alive, that was the part of his soul that I owned. When I felt that hurt, it meant he was thinking of me. Oliver missed me like I missed him. That twinge inside my soul was Oliver a million miles away telling me he loved me even more still now that he was gone.
He was my heart! That was the magic! Oliver had become my heart!
“Oh, Ollie!” I gasped. “It’s still our time! I’ve got it now! Our time never ends!”
We began before forever was born and we will go on after forever ends. Death may have taken him away, but he can never keep us apart.
We’d won. We’d beaten Death.
I wanted so badly to tell Oliver that I’d worked it out, but I knew he didn’t need me to.
I knew that he’d known it all along.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I am standing in the sitting room at the cottage of my nephew, Nigel, trying to get the attention of an old man who is deaf as a stone.
“I said hello, Alexander,” I shout as loud as I can, then thump him on the back of the head. “Turn on your hearing aids!”
He turns and sees me and breaks into that great Cheshire grin. My goodness he is indeed his brother’s twin. What a comfort it is to see his face.
“Silvia!” He pulls me into a long hug, squeezing me just a little too hard. “I thought you’d never return!” He tilts his head back and kisses me lightly, “Ready to go? There’s a couple of us already out there. Lucy’s keeping an eye on things,” He picks up his jacket. He is already on his way out the door, “No time to lose, huh, Sil?”
We head out, Alexander, Kitty, Nigel and I, and we all get into Nigel’s car. It’s about a fifteen minute ride to the wood and I am getting more and more excited by the moment. We drive up the path as far as we can go and Nigel stops the car. Alexander and I are out of it before the break is even set, both of us running as well as we can on our old legs, leaning on each other for support.
“Mind your ankle, Sil,” Alexander warns me. I shoot him a look and he falls silent, but smiles.
The climb up to the cabin is not nearly as hard as I thought it would be and we make it with little problem, although we are begging for breath when we get to the clearing.
My family is there when I get to the garden. Lucy hugs me tightly. “Oh, I’ve missed you, Sissy! You cut off your hair!”
Warren is there, too, with Gwennie, “Mum!” He kisses me right between the eyes, “It’s good to have you back! You look fantastic!”
I laugh, but I am too excited for idle chat. “Sorry,” I pat my son on the arm, “But I need to have a look around!”
“Go!” He grins. He has the dimple in his cheek same as his dad.
The wood is exactly as I remember it. Home, home, I am home! I go inside. Lucy has cleaned it up nicely and Alexander hasn’t changed much around. Nigel’s right, though, time has taken its toll on the original part of the cabin and dry rot has set in. It could stand for several more years, but it will collapse sooner or later. They will have to take it down.
Leaving the cabin I am more careful than I used to be on the stairs. A tumble off those and a resulting broken ankle was what landed me at Kitty’s house in the first place. Now that I am healed I have no intention of leaving the wood again.
I make sure that no one is following me as I head out to my old, favourite tree, "It’s been too long,” I put my hand against it and caress its rough bark, “Hello, my old friend. I’ve missed you! How have you been?” I lean against it, a sort of hug.
“I’m home,” I tell the winds as they wrap around me, “Hello!” I say to the whispers. An owl hoots somewhere in the dark.
I can hear voices coming from over by the cabin, but it’s just Nigel and Warren standing on the porch debating restoration or rebuilding. I turn to watch them. The oldest and the youngest of all the children, they are, and in all the years they’ve shared as cousins, it never seems like they can agree on anything. Nigel says blue, Warren says green. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just exercise to them to fight. I don’t understand why they do it. Ultimately, when it comes to this place, neither of them will have a say. This place will be Gryffin’s and after that he will leave it to Kitty, who told him once she wants to grow old here. She and Lucy are sitting in chairs in the garden laughing about something I can’t make out. Warren and Nigel go on and on.
I see Alexander come out of the cabin and down the steps. He stops and gives the boys a look and they end their discussion immediately. He continues across the garden and I hurry to him. We clasp hands like school children and hurry to the faerie circle. Slowly, as the old must go, we scoot sideways down the hill to the circle’s side and kneel down.
“Oliver told me something I never told you,” He is speaking too loudly, but I don’t bother to tell him to quiet down. It is good to hear his voice. “You have that shard, right?”
I nod. I take the necklace off and hand it to him.