“Terrified again of not loving. Of being    loved and not by you,” said Dillane at one point, in a deadened voice,    as he rustled a bundle of dry twigs with self-effacing concentration.

“Terrified again of not loving. Of being loved and not by you,” said Dillane at one point, in a deadened voice, as he rustled a bundle of dry twigs with self-effacing concentration.