Yesterday I almost saw her. I was standing on the sun deck, looking out to sea, revelling in the unexpected warmth of the February sun. A butterfly trembled on a nearby buddleia and suddenly I smelled her perfume. She wasnt there, of course. How could she be when I had seen her lying in her coffin just two weeks ago, the day before she was buried, her casket surrounded by the scented candles she loved? She lay in Cornish ground now...Compulsively-readable and incredibly haunting, this is the Sunday Times bestselling debut novel from broadcaster, journalist and Book Club champion, Judy Finnigan.