"There is not a day goes by that I do not miss her," Christopher admitted, hand beginning to shake as he paid attention to the kitten. He withdrew it as soon as he realised his tremors and cleared his throat, his emotions threatening to take the better of him. "I am trying. To move on, that is. I am trying."
Once he had managed to swallow any dangerous lumps in his throat he again surveyed her with keen, if misty, eyes. "We all have bad days. As you said you were there throughout all of my ordeal, it is only fair I am here for you when you need help or someone to talk to. You were the most supportive person of all. I would not be here if it was not for you." And there lay more meaning in those words than Olivia realised.