CHAPTER 43
A NIGHT OUT
Matthew was in awe of the Docklands Bar as he turned his head to look at the suspended, glowing light-fittings, and the array of liqueurs and alcohol placed around the counter. The ambience was dark and spacious and featured rectangular-shaped red leather couches in a corner of the room, and plenty of bench space to rest drinks and food on.
He greeted his firefighter, friends, Johnny, Rowan, and Pete. A few friends of Camilla’s arrived, along with her kindly neighbour and adult children. He looked towards the entrance, wondering if Liz would come. She never accepted his invitation but didn’t refuse it either. His mind flashed back to the way he’d comforted her in her grief, and how right it felt to hold her in his arms. He fought back the images when a voice drew
