kept checking my suitcase obsessively. Did I have my purse, my phone, my charger? It was so long since I’d spent a night away. ‘You will be good?’ The pleading note was back. ‘I mean, you better be good.’ Could I really leave, when Cassie was in such a slump, hardly getting out of bed unless dragged? I’d even seen her leave her phone switched off, which was unheard of. Probably the picture was still circling. Maybe it would never truly go away.
‘But where are you going?’ Benji still looked confused, standing in the doorway of the bedroom as I crammed clothes in my case. I’d shouted at him so rarely in his ten golden years on the planet. ‘And who’s going to mind us?’
‘I’m – I have some things to sort out. To help Daddy.’ Although it seemed like such a long shot that my breath bunched up under my ribs.
‘But who’s going to mind us, Mummy?’
‘I – I’ll explain when they get here.’ If she got here. I’d taken her long silence, the request for my address, as agreement, but I wasn’t at all sure. ‘Benj, let me past.’ I lugged my case into the hallway, catching sight as I did of the mess in his room. I knew what she would think. She wouldn’t say anything, but that didn’t matter. ‘For God’s sake, can you tidy up? Is it too much to ask that you keep your own room clean!’ I saw him flinch again, and remembered it. Remembered that a rain of criticism, of shouting, can feel like blows as a child. ‘Oh come on, let’s just get these out of sight.’ I dashed into his room and started picking up Lego and Minecraft toys, lifting the lid of his chest-shaped toy-box to chuck them in. Something was in there – a flash of red. A whiff of smoke.
‘Mum—’
‘What is this?’ But I knew what it was. I recognised the bright colour. I’d finally found Mike’s missing jumper. My heart began to race. What did this mean? ‘Benji, where did you get this?’
He squirmed. ‘Don’t know.’
‘Tell me!’ My voice cracked like a whip.
‘It was in the rubbish pile. Mummy, I’m sorry! I didn’t want Dad to get in trouble so I – put it here.’
Benji’s head hung, the picture of guilt, but I didn’t have time to take it in, because there was a sharp rap at the door, and Cassie was running to answer, the one time I would have wanted her to be lazy and inattentive. ‘Mu-UM!’ Confusion in her voice. The sound of another low one, which struck me to my core.
I hissed to Benji, ‘We’ll talk about this later. Go down.’
I shut the toy-box and steered him in front of me like a human shield, and when we rounded into the kitchen there she was, with one small bag at her feet. She looked old, her clothes cheap and unfashionable, bought in Tesco or Asda no doubt. My heart ached to see her, to feel all the things her face made me feel. But like it or not, I needed her here.
‘Cassie, Benji – you remember your grandma. Mum. Thank you for coming.’
The kids gaped at me. We did not hug, my mother and I. I think both of us knew that the two foot of kitchen between us was an insurmountable distance to cross.
It was a long, sweaty train journey. I’d been lucky to get a seat, but the aisle was so crammed, people sitting on the floor, that there was zero chance of making it to the loo or buffet car. Instead I sat and brooded, unable to focus on the magazine I’d bought. All those things I used to care about, like matching tableware and new face creams. I felt torn in all directions. Cassie, weeping. Mike in hospital. That jumper in Benji’s room. Someone had hidden that in the garden waste heap, likely hoping it would get destroyed. Did that mean it was someone who knew about Andrej and his bonfires? I sat and thought about it all. About Bill, the look on his face as he left. Karen. Her white face, her shaking hands. And long ago, Martha, dead in her silk dress under a moon as pale as bone.
I almost turned and ran at the base of the street. I could only imagine DC Devine’s face if he knew I was here. It might even be a crime of some kind. I didn’t know. I’d come