Untouchable

by Sibel Hodge

‘I can’t help it. No matter how old your children get, you still can’t stop worrying.’

My mum says this all the time.

‘Let me talk it over with Mitchell, and I’ll get back to you.’

I thought they were using aliases?

The photo I kept of Jamie in my wallet was now dog-eared and cracked from me taking it out and kissing it all the time.

What a weirdo.

picked up Jamie’s photo from my bedside table, and kissed it, then I traced his face with my finger.

Stop it