*Claire*

To anyone else, Nathaniel’s face is completely unchanged. To me, I can see everything. I can see the devastation on his face. It is easy to read, like a children’s book. Each stoic line on his face to the way his eyes flick around the room mechanically reveals to me more and more distress.

I can think of nothing better to do other than come up to him and comfortingly entwine our fingers. I move slowly through space and time as I approach, and the feeling of his ...