23 Mrs Tray
The empty room tears a hole in Thom, literally with his slashed hands and, in another sense, perhaps intellectually. Either way, he has to mend this hole somehow. The only way he thinks this might be achieved is by getting some clarification, on anything he can. So he contacts the solicitors the next morning and after a bit of negotiating, he feels his hand moving in the shape of letters and when he replaces the phone receiver, he has an address.
Mrs Tray. The woman with a face like deteriorating fruit. The woman who silenced them all with the door. The woman with no reason for attending the reading, according to those who were meant to know Daniel. Yet clearly, they had been standing much further from him than they realised.
All night, Thom dreamt of falling through an end
