She finishes her breakfast way before I have even made inroads into mine; she's always had a healthy appetite, but Robs being Robs she'll be off for a run now, as like as not. I envy her sometimes. I never caught the exercise bug; piano and, later, cello consumed my free time, bar the small amount I had free for dancing.

I can lose myself for hours in music. It's always been my primary escape from the harsh, jagged edges of the world.

She's my other escape. Now, more so than ever, I can take strength from her loyalty and love.

She pushes her chair away slightly, and then turns...