Lachlan and Tate kept talking as we drove. We have been driving for a while now. They are telling me about arranging the funeral, I think. Something I had not even thought of yet. But I guess that would be my responsibility as Aunt Della had nobody left. I don’t even know how to sort out a funeral. I don’t even want to have to sort out a funeral.

I want to sit in silence, just watch the scenery fly by, let my mind switch off, but the two guys keep trying to start conversations with me. I know they are being kind. Maybe trying to distract me. But my...