Notes.
Firstly, I sort of wanted to dedicate this story to the memory of Caron Keating. She was a presenter over here in the UK who died of cancer aged only 41.
The idea for this story came from reading an interview with Gloria Hunniford, Caron's mother, who was explaining how Caron used to believe in guardian angels, and how the sign of one watching over you is finding a goose feather. One day after Caron had died, Gloria found a goose feather in her hallway, with no logical explanation as to how it got there. The interview brought a tear to my eye, and I thought it would be good for a story…how that became a platform for Ezra's angst is anyone's guess.
But I just thought I'd share my muse with everyone, because I found the interview so touching, and didn't want to steal something so precious without letting everyone know where I'd found the idea first.
Hope you all enjoyed, and thank you for reading and reviewing everyone hugs.
