My chin wobbled as I fought a losing battle with my tears. He just held me and let me give in, until I was ready to come up for air. “I know it means I’m lucky. The fact I’m this sad, I mean.” “It does.” He thumbed the tears from my cheeks. “And it means you have a future to worry about. I’m very glad of that, particularly as you seem to enjoy doing things like drinking poison and throwing yourself off balconies.”
