She couldn't make it untrue.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

It's very ugly' I said generously. 'But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.

Hope hurt more than the cold.