And so it’s easy to find the next black and white page. The one Rachel wrote when I drove her here. When Tim rang me to tell me the news and to say that he’d never seen her so sad. When Rachel rang me a few days after it had happened, when it was all done, and asked me to bring her here. ‘I didn’t think it would go like this,’ she said, still pale and quiet from the surgical process that had been necessary to remove the last of her longed-for foetus. ‘Usually, I set my sights on something and it happens.’ I was driving but I sensed her head turn, felt her gaze on me. ‘I’ve always got
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