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Chapters (45)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-one
  22. Chapter Twenty-two
  23. Chapter Twenty-three
  24. Chapter Twenty-four
  25. Chapter Twenty-five
  26. Chapter Twenty-six
  27. Chapter Twenty-seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-one
  32. Chapter Thirty-two
  33. Chapter Thirty-three
  34. Chapter Thirty-four
  35. Chapter Thirty-five
  36. Chapter Thirty-six
  37. Chapter Thirty-seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-one
  42. Chapter Forty-two
  43. Chapter Forty-three
  44. Chapter Forty-four
  45. Acknowledgements

‘I promise we’ll be in and out. We won’t touch anything. And I’ll stay here with you. We just have to look round the door. Just to check.’

I feel myself slipping into a panic. I look around for alcohol, but she’s putting the kettle on. She pours the hot water and the steam cuts through the dust in the air. I hear Laura’s bedroom door open and footsteps directly above me. DS Percy hears them too and sees my trembling hands. She sits down.

‘Look, Caroline, completely off the record, is there anything I can do to help.’

I shake my head and wipe a tear away as I hear Laura’s door close and Charlie’s door open. I can see his room clearly, the Lego constructions carefully placed on the red and blue carpet squares. The Manchester United bedspread and the England posters. Charlie’s teddy bears, all in a line on a shelf above his bed, and a squishy rabbit that he’d had since he was a baby and wouldn’t go anywhere without. They wouldn’t even let me give it to him. She sighs.

‘I’ll be honest with you, I think you need professional help. With this.’ She waves at the boxes and looks around. ‘Is there anyone at work who can help?’

I somehow dredge up the words.

‘It’s mainly research. I talk to my supervisor every month. She knows. She’s helping. A little.’

She looks relieved, as if someone had taken the weight that is me and placed it on someone else.

‘Good. Good. But the thing that I don’t understand is about your children. You’re allowed to see them, aren’t you?’

I nod. Stay quiet, Caroline. This is a dangerous time, when I’m upset. I could say anything. So I say nothing. She stares at me, waiting for me to defend myself. Explain why I’ve abandoned my own children. When it’s clear that I’m not going to speak, she carries on.

‘Your ex’s mother looks after them, yeah? And you and your husband have split access, with his mother looking after them when he’s out of the country?’

I nod again.

‘It’s not access. There was not a custody order. It was an arrangement but I’m just too … too …’

‘And they’re still living with his mum, even though your ex is back?’