There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.

I love your name. It suits you perfectly. Katherine. Katherine. Katherine and Mick.”And when he says my name like that, right next to his, everything is different. I’ve never really liked being called Katherine—all this...

And when I look into his eyes there’s a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home.

The trouble with words is that no matter how much sense they make in theory, they can’t change what you feel inside.