And so it was that Evan rediscovered the love of his life. Suddenly the world made sense and he was happier to be a part of it, though he still went on his night-time walks. The difference was that now he had someone to walk with him; someone to hold hands with and to steal kisses from in the shadows. Life had meaning and purpose.
Days turned into weeks which in turn became months and years. Claire had long since moved away and had married and given birth to Zara, a bonny daughter who’d inherited her mother’s effervescent personality. Evan had enjoyed her emails and the pictures of Zara at the beginning but soon, as the demands of motherhood took over, all correspondence between them dried up. It was something Evan had been expecting to happen. Then, as time marched on, something happened
