Clues her mother had lined up, she picked up on only now, after 20 years. They were for safeguarding her future and trading them in for a security she couldn’t have anticipated, for her and the children.
“You’ve provided for your grandchildren,” Sarah mouthed into the sea breeze, “you clever lady. Thank you”.
This is the point at which the two generations intersect. Something about new for old, something on the horizon.