“One more memory finds me as I drift off, one that I didn’t know existed–the moment each night after Jackson thought I was asleep, when he’d warm his cold nose in the nape of my neck. The tears that have been stuck behind my eyes for days finally release, soaking into the flannel, just a few muffled, hiccupping sobs in the silence. Without him, I’m lost. And without me, wherever he is, he’s cold.”