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PAST thinking about whether this was what Jed wanted, needed, only knowing that it was what she wanted, Sarah ran to him, and buried herself against his chest. Clutching him tight, her head against his shoulder, her eyes closed and body shaking, she held him and cried.

Slowly, really quite slowly, his arms came round her, and with gentle soothing motions he held her against him.

‘I’m all right,’ she blurted tearfully. ‘I’m all right, but I can’t seem to break out, can’t seem to…’

‘Shh, it’s all right.’

‘Is it?’ she pleaded.

‘Yes.’

But it wasn’t. Wrenching her head up, her face tear-strained and puffy, she stared into his eyes. Eyes that looked sombre, hurt, empty.

With one large palm, he gently placed her head back on his chest. ‘It’s all right, Sarah,’ he repeated. ‘It will be all right, I promise, but you have to eat. There’s nothing of you.’

‘I know, and I will. Truly I will.’

He closed his eyes, rested his chin on her hair and felt despair. ‘I think you should go back and see the doctor,’ he said quietly.

‘No,’ she denied. ‘I’ll eat, and go for walks, and then I’ll get better.’ Lifting her head again, she stared at him, examined his expression, and then raised her palms to put them each side of his face. Staring into his eyes, searching for reassurance, she whispered, ‘Don’t go just yet.’