Chapters (62)
- Title
- Copyright
- Contents
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Your Worst Nightmare
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- The Answer to All Your Prayers
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- Somebody Else’s Child
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- Sunlight on Water
- July
- September
- Acknowledgements
But Rose is biding her time and doesn’t react. The silence grows long, and as it lengthens, it absorbs the pressure they’re all feeling and becomes more comfortable. Then Evan reaches out, draws the paper towards him and, opening up the wallet, chooses a pen with bright red ink.
Uncapping the pen, he positions the tip in the top left-hand corner of the paper and, forming the biggest letters the sheet will hold, slowly and deliberately writes a single word: NO.
He seems somehow pleased with it. Turning the page, he writes it again: NO.
The third time he writes it, he scribbles an underline, pressing so hard with the pen, he rips the paper.
NO NO NO.
Naylor stares at the torn paper and thinks what Rose asked him to do, to draw something he remembers.
‘I think that’s enough for today, sweetheart,’ says Rose quietly.
Naylor’s only too happy to agree. The guilt she was feeling has trebled, and she knows she’s let Evan down. On his behalf, she should have stood up to Campbell, and never allowed this interview to take place.
NINETEEN
NINETEEN
10 August
Claire pours the last of the Chablis into her glass. On the TV, someone on EastEnders is shouting at someone else, and it occurs to her she’s no idea who these characters are. It isn’t that she’s lost track of the plot, more that she’s never cared, and all it’s ever been – for weeks and months – is background noise she took for company. But shouting isn’t company, and even after a glass or two of wine, she’s switched on enough to realise that people shouting isn’t what Evan needs to hear, even at the remove of his bedroom. She has a thought, that maybe it would be nice to watch something together – something funny, or David Attenborough, or he used to enjoy Top Gear.
She goes to the foot of the stairs. Upstairs is silent and the landing is dark, so she switches on the light; if Evan needs the bathroom, she doesn’t want him to open his door on to darkness. She thinks of calling up to him, of trying to persuade him to come down, but she knows he’ll be reluctant. What, in any case, is the point? Maybe he’ll come and sit with her, but he won’t speak. He’s living inside his head, hiding from them all, coming down for food and leaving when he’s eaten. On good days, he touches her shoulder as he goes – maybe as a thank you – before heading back upstairs to shut himself away.