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A Spiritual Quest for a Deeper Connection with the

Universe

She found the medicine drawer in the kitchen and rummaged through the

plasters and ibuprofen and Calpol and multivitamins and runners’ knee
bandages but couldn’t find any sign of any anti-depressants.
Maybe this was it. Maybe this was, finally, the life she was going to stay
put in. e life she would choose. e one she would not return to the

shelves.
I could be happy here.
A little later, in the shower, she scanned her body for new marks. ere
were no tattoos but there was a scar. Not a self-inflicted scar but a surgical-

looking one – a long, delicate horizontal line below her navel. She had seen a
caesarean scar before, and now she stroked her thumb along it, thinking that
even if she stayed in this life she would have always turned up late for it.
Ash came back home from dropping Molly off.

She hastily dressed so he wouldn’t see her naked.
ey had breakfast together. ey sat at their kitchen table and scrolled
the day’s news and ate sourdough toast and were ver y much like a living
endorsement for marriage.

And then Ash went to the hospital and she stayed home to research
oreau all day. She read her work-in-progress, which already had an
impressive word-count of 42,729, and sat eating toast before picking Molly
up from school.

Molly wanted to go to the park ‘like normal’ to feed the ducks, and so
Nora took her, disguising the fact that she was using Google Maps to
navigate her way there.