'I thought I’d forgotten him, but I didn’t even need to see his face. I would have known him by the curl of his hair, the shade of his skin, the curve of his spine, the length of his fingers. Nothing about him has changed. He’s the boy I watched treading water. The boy who smiles in his sleep. The boy who had been my something when I had lost everything. The boy who didn’t need to be told how much I loved him.'