Chapters (56)
There is something I must do before I read Bonnie’s story, something that I should have done a long time ago. I wait until the taxi has dropped us back at the apartment, then prevaricate by sending a quick text message to Hayley while David carries in his case from the boot. He is famished, he tells me, pointing out that I must surely be too. He wants us to eat together, and then he says we can talk. Properly talk.
Scribbling down a rudimentary map on the back of a flyer advertising ziplining, I pack him off in the direction of Fergburger, feeling slightly guilty because I know the queue will keep him occupied for at least an hour. I need some time, though – I don’t want him to be here while I do this.
The shower rejuvenates me, and once dry, I dress quickly in leggings and the biggest, comfiest hoodie I have, then take Anna’s memory book and a cup of tea to the sofa. I can already feel the jitters of cowardice starting to build, so before I can talk myself out of it, I flip open the book to the page bearing my mum’s final entry and begin reading.
