me and talks for a while, tells me that it might help Charlotte accept things, that maybe if I see him on my own first…
‘I can’t.’
I’m scared to go in there.
‘I can come in with you.’ Luke offers.
I shake my head but then I change my mind. I have to make things easier for Charlotte.
It’s funny that a curtain can block out so much noise, or maybe I just can’t hear the world outside when I step in there.
They’ve got a sheet over him and it’s up to his chest and there are all these tubes sticking out of him. To be honest, the first thing that I notice is that his hair’s a mess and that annoys me, he always looks after his appearance, he’s always smart. I mean, couldn’t they find a comb?
‘Can you take the tubes out?’
‘We can’t,’ Rose tells me, because it’s a coroner’s case.
‘He had a heart attack,’ I frown.
But they can’t say that for sure apparently and there’s this sweat beading on my forehead as I’m told that it’s for the coroner to determine. I insist that no, we don’t need a coroner. I tell her again that we don’t and somewhere in this conversation I hear the word inquest – she doesn’t say that there’s going to be one, that’s for the coroner to decide apparently. Just hearing the word, inquest, my insides are screaming, my skin is crawling and I realise what the policeman wanted to speak with her for – for details. I can see me standing there, or sitting on some court bench with his family beside me, with journalists there, and Gloria, and neighbours, and a piece written up in the local paper and everyone finding out…
‘Why don’t you talk to him, Lucy?’ Rose says.
Because, I have absolutely nothing to say.
I look down and I can see the teeth marks around a bruise high on his chest and I rearrange the sheet. His eyes are closed and I want to open them, to look into them like I did this morning.
To be the only girl in his world again.
But I can’t.
I’m not.
I think of that slut, I think of Gloria, I think of his daughters.
I realise, for the first time fully, that I never have, nor will I ever be, the only girl in his world.
I hear this strange breathing behind me, sort of rapid intakes of air and I realise it’s the sound of a grown man crying. I step aside and Luke says something to him while I still don’t have the words.
As I said, Luke’s not just a colleague.
The two of them are more like father and son. Yes, they’re friends and colleagues, but they’re more. I know this must be really hard for Luke, awful actually, but I can’t think about others now.
I can’t, because Charlotte’s here and I somehow have to find those words.
Thank God for Jess and Luke.
Jess has already told her that he’s very sick, she’s prepared her really – but actually telling Charlotte that her dad is dead is the hardest thing I hope I ever live to do.
I sort of kneel down and Jess is cuddling her and Luke’s hand is on my shoulder. I tell her as best I can and I watch her face and I can’t stand the pain I’m inflicting but I don’t have any choice.
She screams.
She sits there and screams and I shall never, ever forget that sound.
I don’t know exactly what I say. I do know I try to comfort her and then some still, silent voice inside of me, tells me that I can’t. Oh, I can say the right things and I can cuddle her but I can’t make this better, I can’t take her pain away.
This is her grief.
And it is separate to mine.
All I can do is be there.
She stops screaming and she’s sobbing and I sit beside her and wrap an arm around her skinny shoulders and take her cold hand in mine and hold onto it and I cannot stand her pain.
She doesn’t want to see him.
I’m glad of that.
She can see him at the funeral home if she chooses but not here, not so soon.
You do know best, Lucy.
You can do this.
I tell myself that, over and over again but I don’t really believe it.
Then his mum and his brother arrive and the ridiculous thing is that it’s as if they expect me to host this strange gathering. It’s as if I’m supposed to bring them up