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I don’t know what I should be feeling, and I certainly don’t know what I do feel. My immediate instinct is to feel sorry for Tom, for the man I love. But I know there’s more to it than meets the eye.
‘What happened?’ I ask.
‘According to what I could find out, it was a car accident. A hit and run. Tom had been in the pub drinking all afternoon and had rung Erin for a lift home. She’d put the baby in the car and they’d driven out to collect him. They were on a road just outside town when it happened. Their car was found in a ravine. They were both pronounced dead at the scene. They found the other car later that night, but it had been burnt out. The driver was never found.’
‘When?’ I ask. But I think I already know the answer.
‘A couple of years back. The same time he claims they wa
