“Thanks.” We walk the rest of the way in silence and even though the corridor’s wide enough for four people to walk side by side, Jack moves close enough to brush again me. I’m surprised at how well that minor touch helps me push those final bloody memories of Lisa I have to the back of my mind. The next time Jack’s hand comes close to mine; I catch it and entwine my fingers with his. I can see a grin appear on Jack’s face in my peripheral vision and he gives my hand a squeeze as he bumps against me. This, I know, is not a lie.

I smile back.