We talk for a long time, and it’s late in the afternoon, when I excuse myself and retire into the bedroom. I feel agitated, thoughts are chasing each other in my head, and I want to be alone for a bit. We agree to meet at dinner, and after kissing Anne’s cheek, I go upstairs. I get comfortable on the bed, pull the blanket over myself and just stare into nothing. I miss Rafe. I miss him terribly.
It’s a pleasant evening, and since I want to make myelf useful, I’m giving Anne a hand in the kitchen. She is planning to visit Will this weekend at the clinic, so we are making his favourite cookie, which is the chocolatiest brownie I have ever tasted. I must reconsider my list of top sweets.
The next morning I wake up earlier than before. For one part, because I have rested enough, but also bec
