completely. Since I’d told him I was pregnant with her, he’d shut out both of us as much as he could. The only time he turned on the charm was if he thought Thomas or Emily might notice something was wrong. He still wanted to preserve the illusion of the perfect family for them, so he’d make a point of being nice to me when we were all together, and sometimes he’d cuddle Georgina too, though he never looked at her. The second Thomas and Emily left the room, the act would end and the coldness would resume.’
I want to kill him. I’ve never had this feeling before, about anyone.
‘I remember just before I fell asleep, worrying that he might leave Georgina unchanged and unfed,’ says Flora. ‘She would always cry if she was hungry or uncomfortable, though, and there was nothing wrong with her lungs. She could scream loud enough to make your hair stand on end. But she never did, or if she did, it didn’t wake me, thanks to whatever Lewis put in my food. I know he drugged me. I know exactly how much I drank that night – two glasses of wine, same as most nights. There’s no way that would have knocked me out. If wine was all I’d had, I’d have woken up when Lewis came into my room and … stopped Georgina breathing.’
‘I’m so sorry, Flora.’
‘He probably used a pillow.’ Her voice shakes. ‘I woke up in the middle of the night to find him shaking me and telling me the same lie you’ve already heard, the one he made me tell too: I drank too much wine, took Georgina up to bed, rolled over and smothered her to death by accident while in a drunken stupor. All a lie. When I dragged myself up to bed, she was still downstairs with Lewis. But he said my memory couldn’t be trusted, because I’d drunk so much. He sneered at me. Said how could I deny I’d taken her up with me when he’d seen me do it. Even if I had, I’d never have put her in bed with me, not when I felt as bad as I did. I’m not an idiot. I was a good mother.’
‘I know you were. You don’t need to convince me. I’m on your side.’
‘Now you are,’ Flora mutters.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Nothing.’ Her face twists, and I see how much she wishes she hadn’t said it. She takes her glass of water over to one of the grey sofas and sits down. ‘You didn’t know, and you couldn’t have rescued me and the kids even if you had. I couldn’t rescue us. It was crazy of me to think you might be able to, but I couldn’t stop hoping. I thought, “Surely she’ll suspect something’s wrong, and—”’ She breaks off with a shrug. ‘I don’t know what I thought you could do, but I had to cling to something.’
‘And I did nothing,’ I say, my words falling like stones. ‘I decided you’d lost interest in me because suddenly you were rich, and I gave as good as I got – that’s how I thought of it. I saw you withdrawing from our friendship, took it personally and did the same. I’m so sorry, Flora.’
‘You’re here now.’ She almost smiles.
‘I felt so guilty, too, for cutting Georgina out of the photo.’
‘When I saw that, my first thought was that maybe you and Lewis … but then I told myself you’d never collude with him to hurt me. Then I remembered you’d had a miscarriage, and realised how hard it must have been for you to have me turn up with a baby I’d told you nothing about, and I forgave you straight away. I hope I said so.’
‘You have now. We can’t change the past, Flora. We need to—’
‘I so nearly didn’t send you our new address postcard when we moved to Wyddial Lane,’ she talks over me, staring out through the window at the pool terrace. ‘Lewis told me not to. Thank God I did. I’m glad you found me eventually, even if there’s nothing we can do. You tried. That means something.’
Her mournful tone worries me. She sounds as if she’s given up.
‘I’m still trying, Flora – present tense – but you need to tell me everything. You woke up, Georgina was dead, Lewis was saying you’d rolled over, drunk, and smothered her. What happened after that?’
‘Threats. Lots and lots of threats. I wasn’t allowed