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  Alison says very little while we eat, but Aaron doesn’t seem to notice – he’s too busy talking about himself. I consider making an excuse to go to my room, because it’s cruel of me to stay here when she clearly wants to be alone with this guy, but when her phone rings and she excuses herself to talk to her parents, I decide I may as well stay where I am for the moment.

  ‘Have another drink, Josie,’ Aaron says.

  ‘Go on, then,’ I say, because I still don’t want to be alone. All I’ll do is mope about Zach and how the one man I’ve ever had any real interest in is married with a kid. And is my university lecturer.

  He hands me another bottle, and I take it greedily, relishing the coldness of the glass on my fingers. ‘So what’s the deal with you and Alison?’

  He flicks his head up and guzzles some beer before answering. ‘Nothing. No deal, we’re just friends.’

  I narrow my eyes. ‘Really? Because it doesn’t look that way to me.’

  He shrugs. ‘So she likes me. That doesn’t mean I have to like her, does it? I’ve never led her on or made her think I do.’ No, of course he hasn’t. Because drinking and eating a takeaway on a Friday night together could never be misconstrued.

  I tell him this and he laughs. ‘You’re funny, you know, Josie. I like that.’

  Here we go… Another loser who’s out for what he can get. Now, despite my feelings towards Alison, I feel sorry for her. She clearly really likes this guy, and it will all come to nothing. A bit like with me and Zach, but at least I have other people interested – if I can be bothered with them. It’s not that Alison is unattractive, but she’s too strange. Too quiet and creepy. Thinking of this makes me feel even more sorry for her.

  Perhaps she and I aren’t so different after all. Both of us are screwed in different ways.

  ‘I love this,’ Aaron says, reaching across to touch my nose ring.

  I shove his hand away. ‘Yeah, well, I’m not a tat kind of girl, so this is as far as I go with decorating myself.

  He rolls up his sleeve and half of his skinny arm is covered in ink.

  ‘They don’t interest me,’ I say, and his face falls. Perhaps he’s used to girls fawning over him – I suppose he’s not bad-looking – but I’m surprised Alison finds him attractive. I’d have thought a stuffy older guy in a suit would be more her type. Or someone like Zach.

  Aaron pulls down his sleeve and leans in towards me. ‘Really? So what does interest you, then?’

  This is an interesting question, and I wouldn’t have known the answer until today. But I ignore Aaron, because I don’t want to have this conversation with him – his pathetic attempt at flirting is an insult to Alison.

  ‘Does she know you’re not into her?’ I ask. I’m still clutching my beer bottle but I don’t want any now.

  Aaron shrugs. ‘I don’t know, it’s never come up.’

  Sometimes I’m a decent person, and right now I feel an urgent need to defend Alison. She won’t stick up for herself so I’ve got to do it, and I won’t let this loser walk all over her. ‘What exactly are you doing here? Trying to get a quick shag from her? People like you make me sick. You know she’s not that type so what are you playing at? Bit low on offers this week, are you?’

  His mouth hangs open. Perhaps he’s not used to being confronted like this. Is that why he’s picked someone like Alison?

  I don’t wait for him to answer. ‘Think she’s desperate, do you? That she’ll be so grateful you’re showing her any interest she’ll jump into bed with you just like that?’

  The fury is escalating within me and I’m losing control. But I can’t stop. Perhaps it’s years of my own abuse – although of a different kind – that has me championing Alison.

  Proving he has no decent response, Aaron stands, letting his half-full bottle crash to the floor, a river of beer spilling all over the carpet. ‘I don’t have to listen to this bullshit. Screw both of you!’

  And then he’s gone, slamming the front door behind him.

  I feel her behind me before I turn around. Alison is staring at me, her mobile clutched to her chest. Her eyes are wide with horror as she takes in the scene. And when she speaks, her voice is quiet, but her words speak volumes.

  ‘What the hell have you just done?’

  Chapter Five

  Mia

  * * *

  Sleep was fitful for me last night, fear and anxiety keeping me awake, so I am up before 6 a.m. Still in my dressing gown, I head downstairs to the kitchen, surprised to open the door and find Will standing by the oven, already up and dressed, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the hob.

  ‘Hey, how are you feeling? I thought you’d wake up around now after going to bed so early.’ He points to the frying pan. ‘Hope you don’t mind, but I thought we could all do with a nice cooked breakfast.’

  Food is the last thing I feel like but I appreciate his offer. ‘Thank you. Is it nearly ready? I should go and wake Freya.’

  ‘Just started. Actually, could we have a word before Freya gets up?’

  This will be serious; normally Will doesn’t preface things by asking if we can talk. He must know I used his phone without asking. Or somehow he’s found out about Alison Cummings and wants to know why I’ve kept this from him.

  ‘Is everything okay?’ I ask. But of course it isn’t. And I’ve got the feeling it won’t be again, unless I can track down that woman and find out what she’s playing at.

  Will stirs the scrambled eggs and turns to me. ‘Mia, I’m really worried about you. First, you collapse yesterday and then you were so quiet all evening. I know you were tired, but is there something else going on? I’m just not buying the dehydration thing, you’re too good at looking after yourself.’

  I try to reassure him I’m fine, that it was a one-off and won’t happen again, but he’s still not convinced.

  ‘You can’t know it won’t happen again, can you? And if there’s something physically wrong then you need to get checked.’

  ‘Will, I love you for caring, and noticing so much, but honestly, I’m fine. Yesterday just wasn’t a good day. Today will be better, I promise.’ My words are hollow and riddled with deceit. Is this how Zach felt?

  He leans forward and kisses my cheek. ‘Okay, but if you start to feel ill again—’

  ‘I won’t,’ I say. ‘Now, I’d better get Freya up, breakfast looks like it’s nearly ready.’

  I turn away before I break down and tell him everything. I can’t put that burden on Will. Not now. Not ever.

  * * *

  ‘Remember, I’ve taken the whole day off today,’ Will says, as I clear away the breakfast things. Freya plays outside in the garden, alternating between her trampoline and her paddling pool, and I watch her from the window. She’s the only thing that keeps me calm when everything else is threatening to crash down around me.

  ‘Are we still doing something this afternoon?’ Will continues. ‘I thought we could take Freya to London Zoo?’

  My heart sinks – I’d forgotten we’d made this arrangement last week, but I need to track down Alison today. I can’t let any more time go by without finding out what she knows.

  Freya has a playdate with her friend Megan this morning, while I see clients, and I can’t cancel my appointments, so that only leaves me this afternoon to check the address Alison gave me when she called to make an appointment. My plan is to take Freya with me and combine it with a trip to Oxford Street, which is not too far from the Westminster Law School campus.

  ‘Oh, Will, I’m so sorry. I have to go out this afternoon, and I was planning to take Freya with me. I know it won’t be exciting for her, but… Anyway, how about we do something this evening?’

  The smile drains from his face, and I know he wants to ask me where we’re going, but he would never pry, just like I don’t with him. ‘That’s fine.’

  ‘You’re welcome to come here this afternoon, though. You’ve got your key.’

  ‘No, that’s fine. I’ve got work to
do at home.’ He turns away from me and watches Freya through the kitchen door. ‘Actually, why don’t I have Freya this afternoon for you, if that will help you out?’

  Even when he’s dealing with disappointment, Will still finds it in his heart to show kindness by helping me out.

  ‘Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out,’ I say, though I know this will be better for Freya. Better for all of us. If I do find Alison then I don’t want my daughter anywhere near her.

  ‘Of course. You know I see her as my own daughter.’

  I pull him into me, squeezing him tightly because he is such a good man, and right now, I really don’t deserve him.

  * * *

  Hawthorn Gardens is a tree-lined street full of Victorian houses. Most of them are well maintained, despite their age, and if Alison is telling the truth about living here then she and Dominic must be doing well for themselves. I remind myself he is a head of department at a prestigious university now, something Zach never got the chance to be.

  As I head towards number 26, it strikes me that Alison could have been lying about Dominic Bradford being her partner – but for what purpose? None of it makes sense, and the little that does – Zach’s death – I don’t want to think about.

  The house looms over me as I stand outside. What am I thinking, coming here? If, by some slim chance, Alison did give me her genuine address, what can I possibly say to make her admit what she told me yesterday? She fled my office without hesitation; clearly, she’s made up her mind.

  But I’ve got to try. I can’t walk away from this now.

  I press the doorbell but can’t hear anything on the other side so have no idea if it even works.

  Silence surrounds me, even on a busy London day. But it’s past 2 p.m. now so most people will be at work. I’m turning away, sure nobody is home, when the door creaks open.

  ‘Can I help you?’

  It’s not Alison, of course it isn’t. The woman addressing me is at least eighty and she hunches over, leaning against the door frame.

  ‘Hi, I’m looking for Alison Cummings?’

  The woman frowns, appraising me from head to foot. ‘No, wrong house. It’s just me here.’

  ‘Okay, sorry. She must have moved.’

  ‘Not likely. I’ve lived here my whole life and it was my parents’ house before that.’

  Thanking her, I turn and leave. It was only as I expected, but anxiety still floods through me. What if I never find her? What is she up to?

  * * *

  It’s been a long time since I set foot in a university, but walking into one now brings back a flood of memories: starting adulthood; meeting Zach; losing him years later. I didn’t think coming here would hit me this hard – this exact place had nothing to do with Zach or anything else – but it’s a struggle to keep going.

  I should have called. It’s the summer break and though I know university lecturers work most of the holidays, there’s only a small chance he’ll be here. I could have saved myself this pain. But I couldn’t just sit at home. At least I’m doing something. Whether it’s futile or not, I’m heading in the right direction. I just don’t know what to expect when I get there.

  The reception desk is manned by a young woman with glasses and shiny black hair. She smiles as I approach, putting me at ease. ‘Hi, how can I help?’

  ‘I was just wondering if Dominic Bradford is in today? Head of the law department? He’s an old friend of mine and I wanted to catch up with him.’

  She looks towards the main doors. ‘Oh, you just missed him. But he only left a moment ago so if you hurry, you might catch up with him. He’s probably heading to the tube station.’

  I quickly step out into the street, but there are too many people around. Too many men who could be Dominic. From behind, I have no way to identify him, especially when I’ve only seen him once, five years ago. I spin around, both wanting and not wanting to find him, and then there he is, across the road, bending down to tie his shoelace.

  Dominic is larger than I remember him, and at least a stone heavier, but his hair is the same and his face is unmistakable. At the funeral I’d considered it an arrogant face, but it’s hard to believe he is an abusive man, although they don’t come with warning signs or labels. It is always the people you least expect. Like Zach, I think.

  Dominic straightens up and continues on his way, so I cross the road towards him. But what am I going to say? I can’t just run up to him and demand to know if he’s seeing someone called Alison Cummings. There’s no way to tell him. Plus, if she was telling the truth about him being abusive, then what will Dominic do when he finds out she has come to see me? It would only fuel his rage.

  Slowing down, I keep my distance but follow behind him. I’ve had a better idea.

  * * *

  I didn’t have to follow him for too far, just one short tube trip from Euston to East Finchley, and after a short walk through some quiet streets, we turn into Abbots Gardens. He walks up to number 95, a large, white, semi-detached house with a front garden filled with huge trees, giving the house privacy from passers-by.

  But I can see him clearly as he stands by the front door, fishing in his pocket for what I can only assume are his keys. And just as he pulls them out, the door opens and Alison is standing there, stepping aside to let him in, neither of them smiling or greeting each other.

  I shrink back against a tree, hoping she doesn’t spot me. At least I have made progress today, and I will come back here to get some answers.

  * * *

  ‘Mummy! Where have you been? We’ve been waiting ages for you!’

  Freya rushes to the door as soon as she hears me turn the key in the lock, and she barges into me, folding her little arms around me as if she hasn’t seen me for weeks.

  I look past her to Will, who is shaking his head in the kitchen doorway. Shrugging an apology to him, I kiss my daughter on the head. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, I just got held up. I’m here now, though.’

  Freya pulls back. ‘Will said it’s probably too late to go anywhere now. And it’s nearly my bedtime, isn’t it?’

  I hadn’t meant to be back so late, but travelling halfway across London during rush hour eats away at time. ‘How about pizza for dinner?’ I suggest. It’s another of Freya’s favourite foods so that should at least cheer her up a bit. ‘And we can play that game you love – Sequence.’

  This brings a smile to her face. ‘You won’t just let me win this time, will you? I’m seven now, Mummy, I can win for myself.’

  I ruffle her hair. ‘No, I play to win.’ And this is true today after finding Alison Cummings so easily, although that is no game.

  Freya asks Will if he’s staying, but he shakes his head. ‘Sorry, I can’t today. I’ve got some work to do later. But I’ll have some pizza with you first, if that’s okay?’

  He addresses his question to me, and I nod. ‘Of course. You know you don’t have to ask.’

  But does he know this? I’ve been so off with him since yesterday that it would be no surprise to me if he didn’t quite feel comfortable.

  I’m not being fair to Will. I owe it to him – to everyone – to get some closure. I thought I had it, but then Alison appeared and stirred everything up. I have to find out what’s going on, and then maybe I can start living.

  Will is quiet over dinner, but Freya’s excited chatter fills the silence as she tells him about her trip to stay with her grandparents tomorrow. Zach’s parents live in Reading, and I try to take Freya there as much as possible. They have always adored her, but now she is their only link to their son, so every moment with her is even more precious to them. She loves going there too; they can bring Zach to life for her, fill in the colours even more than I can.

  When Will leaves, he kisses me quickly by the front door and tells me he’ll call tomorrow. ‘I know Freya’s away for a few days, but I really need to catch up with some work this weekend. How about we get together on Monday?’

  It’s not unusual for us to go a few
days without seeing each other – we both have busy lives – but it hasn’t happened for a while. Lately there’s usually been some point in the day when we’ve seen each other. But I could do with this time now, so I readily agree that Monday is fine.

  * * *

  Something startles me from sleep: a sharp piercing sound I can’t place at first. It’s my mobile phone, ringing from the bedside table.

  With blurred vision, I check the screen, but there is no caller ID. Normally I would ignore it – these anonymous calls are usually nuisance ones – but it’s 2 a.m. so it must be important.

  I greet the caller and wait for what can only be bad news.

  ‘Mia? Why did you come to my house today?’ Alison’s voice sounds different over the phone.

  Ignoring her question, I demand to know why she told me my husband didn’t kill himself.

  ‘Leave this alone, Mia. And don’t come to my house again. You have no idea what you’re doing.’

  And then there is silence as she cuts the connection.

  Chapter Six

  Josie

  * * *

  Alison hasn’t spoken to me since the incident with Aaron, and she won’t give me even a second to explain what happened. Every time I try to talk to her she leaves the room without a word, and somehow this is worse than if she’d just have a go at me.

  I have the truth on my side but she just doesn’t want to hear it, which makes her even stranger than I’d thought. I don’t know if she’s tried to contact Aaron, but if the two of them have spoken then I’m sure he’s fed her a stream of lies.

  Today is the last day of the Christmas holidays, and somehow I’ve made it through these weeks by taking on extra shifts at the coffee shop and throwing myself into my coursework, in a strange mixture of determination to succeed and desperation to drown out my loneliness, to not give in to the call to go and have a drink somewhere.