Her name must be on the form. Carmel did not know what was written beside her name – partner, girlfriend – but it seemed that she was in charge of Ronan, now. Was it because they’d slept together? Was that enough? This did not seem like something she could ask the nurse, who was leafing, with efficient mournfulness, through a thick file. ‘You have my number?’ ‘It’s right here.’ ‘Great,’ she said.
