I was surrounded by too many ghosts to return to London and my old life. I was selfishly sad that I had lost my child-wife and my childhood friend, and sometimes I felt I wanted to die. So I left England, and travelled for many months in a dark, miserable dream, with no hope or interest in my future.
One evening I arrived in village in Switzerland, and received a package of letters that had been waiting for me. The first one I opened was from Agnes. She gave me no advice, but she told me simply that she trusts me to find a purpose in life, and that she would always be proud of me, and love me as a sister.