PC Donna De Freitas feels like someone has just punched a hole through the clouds. She is flooded with heat and warmth, alive with a pleasure both utterly familiar but completely new. She wants to weep with happiness, and to laugh with the uncomplicated joy of life. If she has ever felt happier, she cannot immediately bring it to mind. If the angels were to carry her away this very moment—and if her heart rate was anything to go by that was a possibility—she would let them scoop her up, while she thanked the heavens for a life well lived.
