‘Your mum was a good person, Troy. And she’s still with you as long as you remember her.’

Digging our heels into the snow, we slowly twisted back and forth.

‘How d’you feel about what happened to Sonny?’ asked Libby.

I shrugged. How was I supposed to feel? Five days after Mum died, Sonny was seriously injured when his car was hit by a lorry on the motorway. Apparently, the lorry driver had been texting at the time he ploughed into the back of him. As far as I knew, Sonny was still in a coma. His crash had made the news for a couple of days, with tributes being paid by the many bands and musicians he’d worked with over the years as if they’d all decided the man was never going to regain consciousness.

Sonny had been distraught when Mum died. He’d reached out to me, leaving messages via Callie, but I’d completely ignored him. What had he been thinking about before his accident? About Mum? Me? What he’d lost? What he’d got away with? Had his mind been on his driving or miles away from it? I guess I’d never know. I put it down to one of those unlucky accidents that karma sometimes dealt out like a losing hand at cards.

‘Are you still convinced you were right about him?’ said Libby.

I nodded.

‘Have you talked to Collette about him?’

I shook my head.

‘Are you going to?’

‘Maybe. Maybe not.’ As far as I was concerned, Sonny was currently dining at Karma Café. According to Mum, everyone got to eat at least one meal there in their lifetime.

Libby and I continued twisting back and forth on our swings. Sonny wanted to marry Mum and it didn’t happen. Tobey wanted to marry Callie and it did.

They’d got married in a quiet civil ceremony with Nana Meggie, me and Libby, and Tobey’s mum and sister, Jessica, as the only witnesses, apart from Tobey’s bodyguards. And, all the way through the wedding service, the only thing I could think of was what Mum would’ve made of Tobey and Callie getting married so quickly.