I can’t imagine children coming out of me,” she says suddenly, “only stories.

Sometimes, i think the sea nearly killed her, loved her so much that it didn’t want to give her back. Other times i just hate Charley for ever existing in the first place.

Maybe i’m ashamed because it’s hard not to feel ashamed, when just being born is something you can be killed for.

And she’s alive, so alive that even the sun wants a piece of her, and that’s what hurts most of all. That someone so alive could possibly be dying. And worse, that as she dies, we all seem to be dying too, somehow, especially Mum.

I can't imagine children coming out of me," she says suddenly, "only stories.

Maybe i'm ashamed because it's hard not to feel ashamed, when just being born is something you can be killed for.

My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it.