Cooper put his hand on the shoulder of the carved miner, testing for a bit of warmth where the sunlight touched the wood.
‘In fact, Vernon was loved by everyone around him,’ he said. ‘He just never knew it.’
‘Ben …’
Cooper withdrew his hand and looked at Fry. But he wasn’t sure who he was talking to when he spoke again.
‘We know so little about death. But the fact is, most of us know even less about love.’
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