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I stare out the window. Scraps of cloud scuttle across an ashen sky. It’s about
three-thirty but already the shadows are lengthening, bedding down for the long, cold
night ahead. Little black birds hop stiff-legged in the green grass, burrowing their beaks
into the earth, and somewhere a lamb bleats for its mother.
Behind my back, a machine beeps, startling me and waking Tristan. His first
reaction is a grimace, the shock of pain in his eyes. Then he sees me.
‘Mum,’ he says.
Something wonderful happens, then. Something I’ve been waiting for. Something
I’ve been looking for every day. He smiles.
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