Epilogue Saturday 11 August, 10.45am
I remember when I was a kid, when the six-week summer holiday felt like it lasted for years. This past week feels very much the same.
There’s been an odd but comforting return to normality, as much as we can ever get back to where we were. Things will always be different, but for now it’s reassuring that everyone is at least making the effort.
The police had no trouble extracting the truth from Lewis. As far as he was concerned, his story was complete other than for one small detail, which I feel sure he’ll rectify at some later date. Until then, I’ll always be waiting for the call that tells me he hanged himself in his prison cell or slit his wrists with razor blades.
And when that call comes, how will I feel? I’m pretty sure I’ll feel nothing, muc
