Are you ready for your shower?’ I asked my partner, Sarah, then 50. Sarah suffered a long list of illnesses, so I was her full-time carer. Once she fell asleep, I’d call my daughter, then 21, who was studying fashion photography at uni four hours away.
One Sunday afternoon in June 2021, after I set up Sarah in the front room with her laptop and coffee, I stepped out to the pub.
After a few hours, I noticed the time.
I should probably go home and get Sarah, I thought.
