" I know in my head that she has gone, but I still keep looking. The only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It’s like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it’s there and you keep falling in. After a while, it’s still there, but you learn to walk round it. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)