Friends drift, because you can never make plans.

The world outside the house goes on without you and forgets, gently, that you were ever part of it.

And you cannot even resent it properly, because the person you are caring for did not ask to be a burden and would give anything not to be one, and so there is no one to be angry at — only the situation, which cannot hear you.

I lost track, in those years, of who I was apart from what I did for Fiona.