Status Updates From The Clock Winder by Anne Ty...

Nights when you were in bed, clean from your baths, I felt such - oh, remorse. Regret. I thought back over every cross word. Now it's all like one long night, regret for anything I might have done but no fresh faces to start in new upon in the morning. Here I am alone, just aching for you, and still I don't know what it was I did.

Just loved you and raised you, the best we knew how, Mrs Emerson said. 'Made mistakes, but none of them on purpose. What else did you want? I go over and over it all, in my mind. Was it something I did? Something I didn't do?