Iestyn started at Patrick, then looked to where David had taken Addy's limp form so carefully in his arms.
"She's so light," David said aloud, making sure the new blanket was tucked tightly around her. There was a throw wrapped around her chest still, stuck to the weeping whip wounds criss-crossing her back. He felt tears spring to his eyes, looking at his darling daughter with her mother's eyes, now so thin she looked like a skeleton.
"She's dead," Iestyn whispered. He wanted to believe this was real so badly, and nobody had touched him in kindness in so long. He cautiously took Patrick's hand, half afraid there would be an electrode hidden in his hand to shock him for being too familiar.