I found a movie on the TV and we settled in the two armchairs. It was a B-grade crime movie with no actors I recognised and the usual shootings and car chases. I was watching it, but not seeing it and when I glanced at Frida I could see her mind was far away as well. Her face was taut and she was biting her lip.
I picked up the remote control and muted the sound. 'Are you scared?’
For a moment I thought she’d deny it, then she nodded. Her eyes filled with tears and she brushed them away.
'Me too,' I said. 'Are you thinking about Darcy?'
She nodded. 'I can't stop it. Even when I'm not thinking about him, it's in my mind. That look on his face before he attacked me...I can't believe I killed a man. I mean, he was an arsehole, but. ... 'Her voice trailed away.
'If it's any consolation,
