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Say You're Sorry(58)

By:Michael Robotham


“Why were things bad at home?”

Emily raises her eyes to the ceiling.

“Your parents were divorcing.”

She nods.

“Tash sort of lost interest in the idea but then she got into trouble at school and Miss Jacobson said she couldn’t come back after the holidays. Tash didn’t tell her folks. She was going to run away before they found out.”

“What happened on the night of the Bingham festival?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were with Piper and Natasha.”

“Only until ten o’clock.”

“What happened then?”

“I got a call saying that Mum was in hospital. I came straight home.”

“But you saw Piper later?”

“She woke me. I heard her knocking on the bedroom window. Straight away I knew something was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell me. She said they were running away in the morning. I said I couldn’t come—Mum was in hospital.”

“But you changed your mind?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

She shrugs.

“How were you going to live in London?”

“Tash had money. She said her uncle owed her. She used to work for him.”

“What did she do?”

“Filing in his office.”

“I thought she was a waitress.”

“That too.”

“Did she get on with her uncle?”

Emily reacts as though slapped, holding her cheek.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That thing you just did?”

“What thing?”

“You reacted when I mentioned Tash and her uncle.”

Emily lets out an avian squawk, shaking her head. “I didn’t say anything! I didn’t! You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She calms down, sinking back into the sofa.

“Tell me about the accident.”

“We went to a party at this house in Abingdon. It was thrown by one of Aiden’s friends. He was Tash’s boyfriend: Aiden Foster. The party was full of university students and stuck-up girls who treated us like we were in pre-school.”

“Tell me about Aiden.”

“He was all right, I guess. Older. He had a car. Tash didn’t like taking the bus so she sort of used him. Aiden got wasted at the party and Tash started flirting with Callum Loach. He was a couple of years ahead of us, but went to a different school.

“Aiden got pissed off. He grabbed Callum and acted like a complete psycho and then laughed.”

“You saw this?”

“Piper told me later. I was inside.”

“What happened then?”

“Tash was sick. Callum offered to drive her home, but he came back for her phone, which was upstairs. Callum was getting back in the car when Aiden came around the corner in his Subaru and he just ran him down.” Emily bites down hard on her lip. “We thought he was dead. He flew into the air and over the car and landed on the road.”

“What happened to him?”

“He lost both his legs. He’s in a wheelchair.”

“And Aiden?”

“He went to jail.”

“Is he still in prison?”

Emily shrugs.

“Would your dad know?” I ask.

She stares at the ceiling. “I don’t want to ask him.”





On the morning after the party,

two police officers came to Tash’s house and took her to hospital where they tested her blood for alcohol and drugs. Then she went to Abingdon Police Station and made a statement.

Aiden Foster arrived at the station late that afternoon, along with his father and a big-shot barrister. He was charged with attempted murder and was granted bail the next day. They confiscated his car and told him not to approach any of the witnesses.

The police came to my house on the Sunday and asked me a lot of questions. I was a minor so I had a social worker with me during the interview. The only bits I left out were about the drugs. I was scared they might charge me for having puffed on a joint.

That night I heard Mum and Dad arguing downstairs, saying that I had “run off the rails” and “gone feral” and was going to finish up in prison or worse. The next morning I didn’t get woken for school. Mum didn’t knock on my door. I dressed in my school uniform and came downstairs, but she told me to go back and get changed. That’s when I noticed the suitcase in the corner of the kitchen.

Two men came to get me. Their van was so clean and shiny that clouds rolled across the sides and the roof. I thought I was going to the police station, but instead they took me to some sort of boarding house with gardens and high walls. Not in Oxford or in London. It was surrounded by fields and had the sea on one side.