It’s all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.”Why are you saying that?”She might need permission to die, Cal.”I don’t want her to. She doesn’t have my permission.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.”No.”It might be important.”It might make her die.

Instructions for Dad.I don’t want to go into a fridge at an undertaker’s. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral. Please can someone sit with me in case I got lonely?...

I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she’s got a plan. That’s what’s good about Zoey. She’d better hurry up though, because I’m starting...

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.