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RACHEL<br />
I logged on to Furry Football countless times that night. I was hoping to encounter Ben again, of<br />
course I was. You would have done the same thing.<br />
But he wasn’t there. Not anywhere. I trawled the online game until I knew every inch of it, every<br />
server, every area you could play in. Overnight, avatars with foreign-sounding names came and went,<br />
and I could see the ebb and flow of the time zones as they logged on and off: hundreds, thousands,<br />
tens of thousands of children online from all over the world. But not Ben. I never encountered him<br />
again. Not once.<br />
The hours searching didn’t breed any doubt in my mind, though, because my conviction that it had<br />
been Ben just grew and grew, that feeling so powerfully strong it was as if he’d actually flitted past<br />
me in his red anorak, met my eye for a second, and then gone again, just out of reach of my<br />
outstretched hand.<br />
I wanted to tell John, I thought he of all people would understand, would feel the enormity of this<br />
fleeting contact with our child.<br />
I called the hospital in the hope that he might have improved, that he might even be conscious. A<br />
voice that was compassionate and tired-sounding told me that there was no change in his condition.<br />
He was stable, that’s all she could confirm, she said.<br />
I imagined him as I’d seen him the night before, the absence of him, his mind curled up tight<br />
beneath the bleeding and the swelling and the trauma. Did a very small part of me, just for a moment,<br />
envy him that oblivion? Maybe. Was it because I was finding it harder than ever to exist? Probably.<br />
But two things kept my mind engaged that night, kept me alert, jittering. Two things nagged at me<br />
with the persistence of a noose slowly tightening around your neck.<br />
If Lucas Grantham had taken Ben, then why would Ben have disappeared so abruptly from Furry<br />
Football? If Lucas Grantham had taken Ben, then who was looking after him while Lucas Grantham<br />
was in custody?<br />
I passed my phone from hand to hand, my fingerprints oily on its screen. Silent, it felt to me a<br />
useless object, its very existence mocking both my reliance on it, and the isolation that bred that<br />
reliance.<br />
I wanted a phone call from the police to let me know that they were searching properties, that they<br />
were knocking down doors and smashing windows as they looked for Ben.<br />
I didn’t want process. I didn’t want twenty-four hours of questioning. Them and Lucas Grantham in<br />
a room, with the tea, and the biscuits, and then after that no charges brought and all that time Ben<br />
could be somewhere with nobody to care for him, nobody to bring him food, or water, or he could be<br />
somewhere with somebody else, somebody who made him log off Furry Football late at night, in a<br />
hurry.<br />
But my phone remained mute.<br />
Silently, in its depths, I knew that emails would be pinging in: media requests, contact from friends<br />
and families we knew, those who were too scared to speak to me, people who were most content<br />
monitoring me from afar.<br />
But the phone itself didn’t ring. The police didn’t call me. Nobody did.<br />
And in that silence those two thoughts went round, and round, and I didn’t know what to do with<br />
them. I felt as if I was no longer the wild-eyed fighter, the scrapper, who stood up at the press<br />
conference and dared Ben’s abductor, who looked down a lens and into every corner, trying to find an