Three years ago, a crap mattress meant I ended up with a sore neck. My sister recommended I got a massage from the friend she had brought on holiday with us. The night was hot, I was distracted, the kitchen smelt of blackberry jam. And when his skin and mine connected, something tiny and odd came into focus, nothing was different, yet everything changed.
Suddendly the air felt lighter, there was joy in everything, and while our minds had not registered anything yet, our bodies were plotting ways in which they would meet again.
I snap back to the present, a tiny girl is calling out to me. She’s got his dark eyes, his quizzical frown, she holds out a stone and says “Mummy!”.