James
Richard and Beth and Michael are laughing and joking, splashing cava and elderflower fizz into flutes, clinking glasses. Michael lands a smacking kiss on Beth’s mouth, then smiling widely, clasps hands with Richard.
Charlotte edges close. “Ah, look at them. Look at Michael. He’s happy again. Do you think it’ll stay that way? When everyone calms down?”
I wrap my arm around her. “He’s still going to have on and off days, but I’ve always felt that the best cure for grief, is responsibility for something, or someone, that you love.” I tug her closer, kiss her temple. “You, and he, did that for me after Georgie…”
She leans into my embrace, her head resting against my shoulder, but she’s still watching them. “He does love her, doesn’t he. He’s different with Beth to how he is with m
