Nafplio.

Proserpina

When we landed, it was dawn. We had flown all night long, having stopped to refuel and meet one of Lucien’s associates in Dubai. I guessed it to be around 11 p.m. in Hollowford now since it was around 7 a.m. as I stepped out onto the tarmac, holding Lucien’s hand.

Autumn was setting in, and an early morning chill made me shiver and then , I stared as I caught onto what the flight attendant was saying. I knew the woman; Betty had been with Lucien’s crew for years now but she still appeared to be in awe of my husband who barely glanced her way as he gave a terse nod.

‘Have a great honeymoon in Greece, ma’am,’ she beamed.

*

Greece? I whispered in shock and amazement, Lucien had brought me to Greece?

I almost floated down the steps to the ground, thrilled beyond words. I had grown up guzzling myths of Greece and now, to be here was a dream come true! Those hours at night, reading by torchlight huddled under a blanket, had been my only happy times when I was a child in my aunt’s