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suffered later on? The post-mortem result can’t come quick enough.
    ‘I should go,’ I choke out eventually, remembering that Eve is still next to me. What must she think of me? ‘I should leave you to enjoy the park in peace.’
    Silence.
    I turn around, but she has gone. Instead of Eve, there is a packet of tissues that she’s left on the bench. I can see her heading towards the gate of the park and I watch her gracefully walk away in a way that reminds me, desperately, of Felicity. That was the oddest encounter, but I do feel a bit better from her words.

Chapter Eight
    ‘Why don’t you go out? Do some sh– sightseeing,’ Piers amends, seeing the stormy look on my face.
    Does he honestly think that I want to go sightseeing or shopping, of all things, when he’s here in the hospital in this state? When Ob is desperately waiting for that phone call from Jade, the one that’s going to change his whole life either way? Sure, with all that’s going on, why wouldn’t I whip out Piers’ black AmEx card and trot down to Fifth Avenue to splash some cash?
    ‘On second thoughts,’ Piers continues, scrutinising me from his hospital bed where he’s propped up against two huge light-blue pillows. His skin is looking a little less grey today, and there’s a hint of pink in his cheeks. ‘Shopping.’ He looks pointedly at me.
    OK, he may have a slight point. I’m sitting here with my unwashed hair scraped back in a bun, wearing a tea-stained hoody of Piers’ and the same pair of jeans I arrived in. I’ve worn these jeans for a full week now, borrowing massively over-sized tees and shirts from Piers’ clothes and washing out my only pair of underwear each night in the sink. Silly when I’m staying in one of Manhattan’s luxury hotels – one which, obviously, offers a laundry service.
    His work has been amazing, though given the shit storm that is happening on Wall Street with the credit market tightening, I guess they’ve currently got bigger fish to fry than little old me running up a hotel bill they’d be paying for anyway if Piers was in a fit state to work. Still, I can’t bring myself to send my underwear to be laundered... OK, shopping it is. Who knows exactly how long we’ll be here, though I will have to pop home as soon as Felicity’s funeral is arranged.
    Which reminds me, I need to get an update from Mum – see if the funeral is still on hold. There’s no real excuse for the funeral to be delayed since the post mortem ruled out suicide, and I’m thankful, relieved , that Felicity didn’t do that to herself, but Etta delaying the funeral means me not accepting that Felicity has really gone.
    Not a day goes by when I don’t get the urge to pick up the phone to tell Felicity something, but then remember I can’t. I hate that realisation so much. Felicity should have lived until she was one hundred and five years old, then died peacefully in her sleep. OK, she did die in her sleep, but at far too young an age. Seventy-seven years old is no age at all.
    ‘Shouldn’t you be doing your exercises?’ I point out, ignoring his suggestion as I try to push the thoughts of Felicity from my mind. Piers thinks I should accept the verdict and move on. When I leave the hospital and am on my own though, I find it hard to remember his words.
    He ignores my question. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a pair of jeans for so long,’ Piers teases.
    He’s looking a lot better than he did when I first burst into this hospital room eight days ago. All of his tubes have been removed, though we’re still waiting for Piers to be discharged. I suspect if they don’t discharge him soon, he’ll be trying to do it himself; in hospital though, Piers has structure. I’m worried this will hit him hard once he has endless days to fill. He’s a workaholic, and he’s itching to get back to it.
    We’ve got another six days left at the hotel, and then we’re being moved into an apartment round the corner from