Is everything okay? That’s impossible to say. It’s okay now. It’s okay now— But Mum’s leaking. She’s in tears in the dusky light, squeezing my hand. “It’s too much to ask of a human,” Mum says. “Don’t you think, Biz?” I don’t know what she means, and I know exactly, so I say, “Yeah.” “I mean, to love someone who lives outside your body, whose life you can’t control. You can’t hold anything still. You can’t be sure anything will be okay. You can’t stop the sky from falling.”
