Ten days had passed since the bombshell article, and Del was living in limbo. Celia was avoiding her – working from home. Her husband, Greg, had Huntington’s disease and used a wheelchair. Apparently, he’d taken a turn for the worse and needed his wife. Even though she knew it was cynical of her Del didn’t believe it; Celia was refusing to take Del’s calls.
Nick had vanished off the face of the earth. Del remained paralysed with confusion and grief, barely sleeping, comfort eating Vera’s home-made apple slice and drinking too much wine. She’d almost been tempted to ring her mother. It would have meant a lot to hear Mum’s voice. But Del had cut off all communication when her father died and, even in an inebriated state, reaching out was a bridge too far.
So, she contented herself with lon
