They walked, arms entwined, to her favourite spot beside the river. Autumn shadows lengthened; Alison pressed against Bill’s side.
They meandered past the bandstand looking over the river. His ruffled hair reminded her of Jack. Such a tragedy. She squeezed his hand.
Bill was attentive, charming. He straightened her hair. Her cheek twitched at his touch.
They stopped at the river’s edge, his back to the water. Green eyes met blue, he leaned in for the kiss. Memories racing, the old urges overwhelmed her, urging her to push against him, push him to the river bed below where Jack’s body rested.