The scent of wild garlic hung in the air, the delicate white flowers, mixed with blue bells, lining the narrow country lane. All around birds sang, and the only evidence of people were the gentle taps of Darcy’s shoes. The countryside was always quiet, but early mornings held a sense of serenity like no other time of day. She squinted into the low sun and a smile creased her pretty face - she felt optimistic, that feeling...