Rae’s POV
When I was a kid, and they asked you what you wanted to be, I was the typical little girl, I wanted to help people. I was no good with blood or sickness. I didn’t want to be a nurse or a doctor, I wanted to make them happy, protect them. I didn’t know then what that job would be, but they told me I could be a counsellor, psychologist or social worker.
I wasn’t the smartest child, but I worked hard, and my grades were decent. Jude, my twin brother, was the smart one. He was going to be a doctor. He was decisive, intuitive and was always top of the class. None of this mattered, of course, because one night, on the way back from a family day out, when we were 14, a large animal ran out onto the road not far from the mountain pass.
Dad tried to avoid it, but it hit our car and a
