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I can’t seem to get myself started. I think about getting up, getting on with it, but the hours and days pass and still I don’t move. Between waking and sleeping, memories gather and retreat. Sometimes Maya’s cry pierces the murky sadness that’s seeped into every part of me, leaving me listless and bedridden, without energy or purpose. Occasionally I’ll surface long enough to hear Heather’s soothing response, before I sink once again, pulled back deeper and deeper by the cold, dead fingers of the past.

I drift.

I’m in the street where I used to live with Mum. Above our row of pebble-dashed semis the sky is heavy with unshed rain yet somewhere behind it the sun still shines, infusing the world with a strange metallic light, the trees copper against an iron sky. A rainbow arches over the string of front yards with their washing lines and wheelie bins and abandoned toys and bits of junk, and somewhere out of sight the motorway roars on, like the blood rushing in your ears.