She waited until she heard Anna’s bedroom door close. The house was quiet and she padded downstairs for a hot drink. She took it back up to her room and got into bed with her laptop. She spent some time going on Facebook and visiting some blogs she liked. She wrote some things on her own blog Morpho about her day out and about on the wobbly bridge that no longer wobbled. She looked at some emails from school; reminders of work that had to be in, social events, the memorial service for Ricky Harris. Ricky Harris. She’d almost forgotten him. The unhappiness she had felt over Emma’s death had overshadowed what happened to Ricky and now it was as if his death had been a story she had read somewhere in a newspaper. The email was short. The school will hold a non-denominational memorial service for Ricky Harris on Friday morning. All those who would like to pay their respects are welcome. 10 a.m. George Bernard Shaw Studio. Would there be another next week for Emma Burke? Her mind went back to the CCTV images that Skeggsie had found.
