She woke to a smell she had not smelled before. The smell was not the smell of the cottage, which was the smell of woodsmoke and old wood and the lavender her grandmother had put in the sheets. The smell was not the smell of the sea, which was the smell of salt and cold water and a faint mineral tang she had stopped noticing after the third morning. The smell was not the smell of the kettle, or the smell of the eggs, or the smell of the small white flowers he sometimes put in a vase on the tabl...