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Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner. OSCAR WILDE, 1854 – 1900
Through violence, you may murder the hater, but you do not murder the hate. MARTIN LUTHER KING JNR, 1929 – 1968
There was a silence in the hospital side room that was like no other. It was marred occasionally by the slight snuffle from Eloise Grantham as she had, despite wanting to stay awake, slipped into a troubled sleep; she needed the child in the bed to open his eyes, to begin his journey back to health, to prove that the awful car smash wouldn’t take his life. Both the nurse and the grandmother missed the first visible signs of awakening from the young boy. Josiah Grantham’s eyes twitched before opening, then flickered, then closed again. It was enough for the moment.
Josiah John Grantham, date of birth 25 December 1999, parent Kirsty Grantham.
No daddy to share the joy of the moment; in fact, no daddy ever admitted to exist.
And now there was currently no Kirsty to hold her boy, lost inside a coma that everyone hoped would end.
Clare had lost John, her own much-loved husband, eight months earlier, in January of 2022, to cancer.
Sara and Grace would be horrified if they knew how her mind was working.
Clare’s closest and best friend was Vicki Dolan, but she wasn’t even sure she could tell her about this unsettlement.
Sara was due to marry Greg two weeks after and partly because Grace, along with Megan King, her partner, had booked a holiday and were due to fly to the States three days after her sister’s wedding.
