We Used To Live Here

by Daniel Hurst

‘They walk past. And they always stop and look. Are they spying on us?’ I can’t believe what I am hearing because I obviously had no idea that Ken and Julie were doing such a thing. But I have no reason to think that my son would lie to me because

‘I think the body is still buried on the land somewhere. In the back garden. Under the patio, perhaps. I bet it’s there somewhere. I bet William never left that house. I bet he’s still there now.’

because I can’t get Rose out of my head, even though she was gone before Steph came back.

That flowery dress. That smile. That way she said ‘for old time’s sake.’

There is a body in this garden. It just doesn’t belong to who she thought it did.

That’s because he is in police custody, awaiting sentencing for the murder of Rose, the woman who originally showed us around this house before we bought it, and the same woman

that my husband ended up having an affair with before he killed her out of fear that she would expose his secret.