The weeks following that morning were some of the strangest I’ve ever experienced. My mum spent the entire time cooped up in that room, and the only way my sister and I could communicate with her was by standing in the doorway, just like I had done that morning. Indeed, we spent so much time in our mum’s doorway that my dad had to put in a chair for us to sit on. Over the fortnight, that little chair took on a certain formality. At times, it felt like I ought to make an appointment to sit there.