Three miles reminiscing in the back of a limousine is not what you want when you know the stories are all tainted by the small fact that none of them are true. They may have happened alright, these great memories from the past. But Becca wasn’t there. ‘That was me,’ I want to say, ‘That was Louise.’ But I don’t, instead turning my attention to the everyday normality beyond the limousine’s window. We arrive at the graveside, to the best plot in the cemetery according to Dad, under a tree.

‘She loved trees,’ he says, getting out of the car. But I don’t remember that about her. Don’t remember too much about her anymore. Everything is fading quickly. I’m losing Becca too.

Standing beside the priest, Danny tells everyone how great Nancy Wall was. His words are like gravel in my ears, scratching at my brain. On the opposite side of the coffin, Jeff stands straight, hands behind his back in his black leather jacket. He winks at me, smiling, letting me know I’m not alone. Barry from Oakridge is standing behind him. I didn’t recognize him at first without that awful brown uniform.

The priest says a bunch of prayers and the coffin is finally and forever lowered into the ground. Pain shoots through my hand; it’s Dad, he’s squeezing far too tightly. Watching his wife disappear out of sight is breaking my hand. Suddenly I feel sad – at least, I think it’s sadness, though it’s hard to describe. Am I letting Louise down if I feel sad?

With tears of confusion beginning to blur my sight, I raise my eyes away from the ceremony and see a cop car driving into the cemetery, followed closely by another. What’s going on? Surely Turner hasn’t come to hassle me while I’m at a funeral? Doubt swells into fear and I try to get Jeff’s attention but he’s not looking at me. Look at me, Jeff. The cars are moving closer, coming up behind the parked limousines. I glance back to where Jeff is standing and this time he’s watching me. Nudging my head to the right, I alert him. Jeff eventually realizes what I’m doing and looks over to see what’s unfolding behind him. Stepping backwards, he disappears behind the crowd, and the next time I see him he’s walking over towards the cop cars. What’s he going to do? Stop them?