Too heavy to be a woman’s footsteps.
They had stopped now.
She looked down. In the big gap between the door and floor she saw a shadow. And the tips of a pair of long, pointed shoes. Like cowboy boots.
Aurora didn’t know if the ringing in her head was the wedding bells or the beating of her heart.
Harry came out onto the steps. Squinted into the bright June sun. Stood with his eyes closed for a moment listening to the church bells pealing out over Oppsal. Feeling that everything was right with the world, at rest, in harmony. Knowing this was how things should end, like this.