Nicholas’s POV
Sometimes we say "There by the grace of God," but where was His grace the day Isobel had her accident? Where was her luck, her second chance? In acres of pristine street her unguarded head found the only rock. It should have been two metres or more under the white crystals with no chance to harm anyone. In my quiet moments I relive the ambulance ride, how they barred me from the resuscitation room and came grey faced to find me killing my own fingers to suspend the grief.
It happened all so fast that I did not even get the time to react. We were both walking down and Isobel was holding the sack which contained the two baby t-shirts in her hand and she was smiling for the first time that day. And I knew that it was genuine. Probably she was thinking of all the stories that
