The Secrets She Keeps

by Michael Robotham

Losing a baby is so fundamental and shocking, surely there must be tangible evidence.

To lose a child is beyond comprehension. It defies biology. It derails common sense. It violates the natural order.

People, not places, make a life whole.

I once dismissed faith because I viewed it from an intellectual standpoint, but faith has nothing to do with intellect.

We can’t register our prayers like a parcel and get a signature on delivery.

We need the darkness to appreciate the light, and the bumps along the road to stop us falling asleep at the wheel.

Children are like time capsules that we shoot into the future, hoping there will still be a world for them to inherit.