Slumped in the seat at the table, my mind seemed locked in a grey, dull limbo and the practical voice shouted from some distance, urging me to get angry, to do somethinganything! I looked around the room, eyes dragging over the little details; a sock beside one of the trunks, a knot in a floorboard, a dark blue spot staining the food tray.

That dark blue registered in my mind and the dull grey fog exploded with colour when the pain hit.

I tipped off the chair to the ...