Claire watched the timer on her iPhone count down the last few seconds. She sat motionless on the toilet seat, both hands carefully holding the small white stick as if it was some kind of fragile ornament. In the last three minutes, she’d visualised a solid blue line and then her imagination had run…

Outside my house, there’s a man in a silver car. Tall, blond, broad shouldered; I can see him texting, one forearm propped on the wheel. I look at him again, pulling back the curtains, giving him a wave. I’ve been trying to pack all morning. I started right after I called the cab company. It’s…

  Caroline would never forget the sequence of events that morning.  They would forever be embedded in her mind, like where you were when Kennedy was shot, or what you were doing the morning of September 11th.  Whether you knew anyone who had been in New York, Chicago, or Seattle when bombs had gone off…