Chapters (86)
- Title Page
- CONTENTS
- Love
- Before
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- After
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- Twelve
- TWELVE
- Thirteen
- THIRTEEN
- Fourteen
- FOURTEEN
- Fifteen
- FIFTEEN
- Sixteen
- SIXTEEN
- Seventeen
- SEVENTEEN
- Eighteen
- EIGHTEEN
- Nineteen
- NINETEEN
- Twenty
- TWENTY
- Twenty-One
- TWENTY-ONE
- Twenty-Two
- TWENTY-TWO
- Twenty-Three
- TWENTY-THREE
- Twenty-Four
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Twenty-Five
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Twenty-Six
- TWENTY-SIX
- Twenty-Seven
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Twenty-Eight
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Eleven Months Later
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Copyright
‘I really hope you find her,’ she says, then kisses me on the cheek.
‘Me too,’ Esen nods, hands in the pockets of her heavy wool coat.
As I step back from her, she reaches for me, and holds me to her, like Dev just did, kissing the top of my head.
‘You’ll find her,’ she whispers, tucking the words between the strands of my hair. ‘You found each other in life and you found each other in death and you’ll find each other in whatever’s beyond the sea.’
I hug her back – cling to her – the pair of us staying like that for a moment before she eventually lets go.
‘Have a safe journey,’ she says, reaching for her scythe pendant and pressing it between her finger and thumb.
I take mine out of my hoodie and press my lips to it.
When Esen steps back, I nod, my gaze darting between her and Dev.
I don’t know what to say, hoping some wise parting words will come, but they don’t.
So I nod again, then start walking towards Charon, who holds out his hand to me as I mouth Esen’s words over and over, thinking about Poppy, her hair everywhere, waiting for me on a shore somewhere.
We found each other in life.
And we found each other in death.
So I will find you now, whatever’s beyond the sea.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My mother passed away the day my third book was published. It was painful in so many ways, ways I’m sure I don’t need to recount if you’ve been through it yourself, but losing someone after a prolonged illness is particularly cruel. Not that there’s a ‘right’ way to lose someone you love, of course. Loss is loss. However it happens. The pain is just as keen and the space they leave behind just as unfillable.
But losing someone in pieces is a loss unlike any other. One day my mother could feed herself, and the next she couldn’t. One day she could sit up, and the next she couldn’t. One day she could lift her head, and the next she couldn’t. She went piece by piece until, finally, her heart gave way and that was it.
It’s a pain not everyone knows. Your world divides into Before and After and you become a member of a club that you had no desire to join. I had been a long-time member of that club after losing my father to cancer at sixteen so to do it all again twenty two years later was, frankly, too much.