Our lives aren’t perfect, even under the southern lights. You can’t bring together two adults and a child with shattering grief as a backstory and expect a smooth ride. We still make mistakes. We have rows. Hugh’s new role with the University of Tasmania still gets stressful. I still write first drafts that convince me I have no idea what I’m doing, even several published books in. But there’s something about Camryn. She took three broken people and stitched us together as a family. She’s one of the golden threads running through each of our lives. Hope, in human form.
