and set off.

    It is quiet in tly on t carry me to a small  often during my ing years. A ting or baking, I  s kindly grandmoth her face.

    I take to  tting. tful and quiet. Sting. Just sitting titc, able beside tle  beree.

    Sakes  ion. As if sled trayed my presence? It crosses my mind to step fore, and tion. I smell t t surns ao t t rises over t  so ransferred from my clot teps firmly back into he door.

    I am alone.

    No name.

    No home.

    No family.

    I am nothing.

    I o go.

    I o me.

    I stare at my burned palm but cannot feel the pain.

    kind of a thing am I? Am I even alive?

    I could go anyo Angelfield. It is the only place I know.

    Emerging from trees, I approacs, standing back, dazed and ctle o the grass.

    No one sees me.

    On tivity I stand, invisible. Per all. Per realized it yet. Per I .

    tion.

    ‘Look,“ sing. ”Surn. Stare. One of to alert turn from too. ”thank God!“ someone says.

    I open my mouto say… I don’t kno I say not stand th, no voice, and no words.

    ‘Don’t try to speak.“ Dr. Maudsley is by my side now.

    I stare at tor.

    I look at the house.

    t t. I remember t it behe baby.

    I begin to weep.

    ‘Sor to one of tay  ter in the ambulance.“

    A o me, clucking akes off  and  around me, tenderly, as t , oh, my poor dear.”

    t t me doe. And to tal.

    Sares into space. Eyes open, empty. After t moment I don’t look. t