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It led swiftly to the fourth state.<br />
That was the erosion of my trust, where the droplets on my skin turned to acid and began to burn,<br />
producing a feeling that was intense and painful, a pins and needles of the mind and the body, and it<br />
was so creepy and unsettling that I couldn’t remain still any longer.<br />
I got out of Ben’s bed and looked out of the window, and I saw Nicky below in my garden with the<br />
dog, petting him, encouraging him to pee. They stood on the soggy, tatty lawn by the abandoned relic<br />
of Ben’s football goal, the net broken from the frame in places, the grass in front of it worn from<br />
where he’d played. I backed away from the window, not so that the press wouldn’t see me, but so that<br />
my sister wouldn’t.<br />
And as dusk fell again, wrapping itself around the edges of the day, I ran back through events, until<br />
I thought about how I had started the day: the photographer in my garden, Nicky’s anger with him, her<br />
outburst on the street, her loyalty.<br />
And then I thought about the previous day, and how it had started with an internet search, and with a<br />
laptop that belonged to Nicky, that needed a password, and how that password was the name of my<br />
son.<br />
And each intake of breath felt sharp in my lungs and my mind roved further and I thought of Nicky’s<br />
discontent with her daughters, and what Clemo said about her wanting a son. And then I thought of her<br />
words: ‘It was as if he was Charlie, reborn.’<br />
I began to cry hot, silent tears, and they had sharp edges just like my breath did, and they ran down<br />
my cheeks and soaked into Ben’s nunny which I held tightly to my face.<br />
When I heard Nicky’s footsteps on the stairs I got into Ben’s bed, covered myself up, turned away<br />
from the door and tried to breathe slowly so she would think I was asleep.<br />
When she put her head around the door of the room and asked if I wanted any food I didn’t answer<br />
her.<br />
When she reappeared some minutes later with a tray of supper I still couldn’t look at her, couldn’t<br />
speak to her.<br />
‘I just wanted to protect you,’ she said.<br />
She shut the door quietly behind her, respecting my privacy, and all I could feel was a throbbing. It<br />
was the pulse of the time since Ben had been missing. And it felt as if it had begun to beat faster.