I found myself handling his body as cautiously and carefully as if he were still alive, my natural instinct ignoring the fact that he was dead and therefore couldn’t feel any pain. I no longer had to worry that Kit was suffering—that was going to take some getting used to, so much so that at one point I actually uttered the words “I’m sorry, babe” when I accidentally elbowed him in the chin while pulling the shirt over his head.
