You said I could see Sarah. So I wanna see her.’Newsome looks at Saul. I can tell he wants him to say ‘no’, but Saul’s getting to his feet.‘Yes,’ he says. ‘I think that might help.’‘Are you sure, Saul?’ the doctor says. ‘There’s a lot he hasn’t told us. I think we should have another couple of sessions straight away.’‘Newsome, we had a deal. Adam’s kept his side. Get those straps off him. I’ll take you to her,’ he says.‘What, now?’All of a sudden I ain’t sure. What if I don’t recognise her? What if I make a prat of myself? What if she don’t want to see me?He smiles. ‘Yes, Adam, now. Can you walk?’I brace my hands against the arms of the chair and push forward. I’m on my feet but my legs don’t feel as if they belong to me. I topple sideways.‘Whoah.’Saul catches me and puts a supporting arm round my shoulders. I’m glad he’s caught me, but there’s something unnerving about being this close to him. There’s a moment when he steadies me and I glance at his face, and our eyes meet and the pain of his death is even stronger, so fierce that it makes me gasp and buckle over.‘We’ll get a chair,’ he says, and nods to one of the white-coats, who scurries out of the room and comes back with a wheelchair.I look at it with horror.
