Daisies for innocence. Asphodel for eternal sorrow. These are among the flowers that Clara Marsh has secretly tucked inside coffins. Her mother died when she was just a child. Her grandmother took her in – a grandmother that had long since abandoned her own daughter to her sins and eternal damnation, and felt much the same about her orphaned grand-daughter. A grandmother who showed no love.
Further reading suggestion: If you prefer your crime wrapped up in something a little more beautiful than body-bags, you might also enjoy [[Miss Smilla's Feeling For Snow by Peter Hoeg|Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow]].