Together, Scott and I would visit art galleries, go to shows, meet up for holidays and go on meandering bushwalks – me taking photos, Scott lending a forensic eye to the plants we passed.
Although we continue to live in separate states of Australia and keep our relationship open, six years ago I gave Scott power of attorney, which is the act of giving your life over to another person.
After the funeral we still hadn’t found Alan’s will, but Scott used his clerical skills to methodically trawl through Alan’s papers until he found it.
I’d had lots of lovers, but during this crisis I realised Scott was someone I could depend on – who I wanted in my life.
In the taxi back to my hotel after the party, I asked Scott if he wanted to visit me the next day.
