The One You Love (15 page)

‘The few weeks before he died,’ Peter said, ‘Stephen had been acting stranger than usual. I should have realised something was about to happen. He’d disappear for days at a time, and then just walk back in the house as if nothing had happened, like some kind of tomcat. Margaret was going out of her mind with worry, and he wouldn’t even explain where he’d been. I got used to it, I suppose. I think I just tried not to think about it. But then one time he didn’t come home for days. The police found him in a canal about three miles from here. He’d used a knife to cut himself and then jumped or fell into the water. Some people on a narrow boat found him, hidden in some rushes.’

‘Do you think it was because of me,’ Emma said, ‘because of the restraining order?’

‘You’re not to blame. If it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else.’

‘Did Stephen ever come to London to find me?’

‘He may have done,’ admitted Peter. ‘But I doubt it. He didn’t really like being in unfamiliar places. That’s why he always hung around outside those damn television studios – we used to take him there when he was younger, hoping to bump into some TV stars.’

‘It’s just that I found a photo in his bedroom, and it was taken when I was in London.’

‘Near my flat,’ Lizzy added.

‘Then I guess he did,’ said Peter. ‘As I said, he went missing for days at a time, so he could have gone anywhere and we’d have been none the wiser. I’m sorry you had to see his room, with those photos. I wanted to take all those things down, after, you know, but Margaret wouldn’t hear of it. The place is like a shrine, and I haven’t been in that room for years. I just can’t stand it. It’s like that with the whole house now. That’s why I had to get out.’

‘What will happen to Margaret? Will she be okay?’

He shrugged. ‘I hope so.’

***

‘He didn’t ask why we were looking for Stephen,’ said Lizzy, as they began their drive back down to London.

‘
I’m glad,’ Emma admitted.
‘I felt bad enough without him thinking that I suspected Stephen of attacking Richard.’

‘But it was a perfectly reasonable assumption.’

‘I jumped to conclusions.’

‘Anyone would have thought the same, especially after what Mrs Henderson said, with the number one fan thing.’

‘He’s been dead for four years, Lizzy. Lying in the ground – all that time when I thought I saw him in the street. I’ve been accusing him of things all this time.’

‘You don’t blame yourself, do you?’

‘No, not really. Oh, I don’t know, I guess I do feel partly responsible. I can’t help thinking that if I’d handled it differently, then maybe…’

‘Don’t,’ Lizzy chastised. ‘There was nothing you could have done. His father said it himself – they were his family and couldn’t do anything to help him. So you wouldn’t have been able to change anything.’

‘Maybe,’ Emma conceded.

‘You’re too hard on yourself, Emma. Bad things happen, and sometimes you can’t do anything about it.’

‘Bad things like what’s happening with Dan and Richard?’

‘It might all work out, Em.’

The journey home was torturous – there had been an accident on the M6 Southbound, closing two lanes. The traffic had tailed back for twenty miles at one point and it took seven hours to get back to London. Emma stopped by her apartment, partly to pick up any phone messages but also in the vain hope that Dan might be there, all apologetic. But the apartment was dark, cold and empty.

There was only one message on the machine.

Hi, it’s Marie from Perfect Brides. I’m just calling to confirm the message your boyfriend left on our answer phone last night, about cancelling the wedding dress. If you can give me a call back as soon as possible, that would be great.

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Emma took an early-morning tube south of the river, alone. Lizzy had wanted to come with her, but she had to attend rehearsals, and no matter how much she joked about being indispensable there would be limits to the director’s patience.

The sunshine had returned, and the day was already warming up nicely – it couldn’t have been more different to the weather they had experienced up North.

She reached the Perfect Brides shop, and paused for a moment outside the decorative window, filled with mannequins sporting expensive dresses and large photographs of happy couples posing in typical English gardens. Her heart sank as she surveyed the shop front, thinking back to all the times she had visited previously, full of hopes and dreams. Emma took a deep breath and entered the shop.

‘Hi,’ she said, heading for the familiar face of Marie.

‘
Hi, Emma,’ Marie said.
‘I’m sorry about all this.’

Marie had worked in Perfect Brides for six years now, and was quite an expert in dealing with distraught women coming to terms with an aborted marriage. When she had first started in the shop, she had no idea how much of a counselling role she would have to play. She’d learnt from experience that it was important to curb the sympathy, for risk of upsetting the person too much. And nobody wanted a breakdown scenario.

‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ Marie said. ‘Or we have coffee?’

‘I’m okay.’ Emma felt emotionally smothered by the wedding paraphernalia that met her at every turn. ‘I’d just like to listen to the message and leave, to be honest. I can sort out anything else by phone, can’t I?’

‘Of course,’ Marie said.

Usually things happened in the way it had done with Emma, with the potential groom backing out; the unusual part of this case was that the potential groom himself had called them to tell them the news.

‘It’s in the back office,’ Marie said. ‘Just come around the counter and follow me.’

Emma waited as Marie stood over the answering machine, pressing various buttons. Her heart was racing with anticipation. She hadn’t heard Dan’s voice in days now, and she didn’t know how she would react if it was indeed Dan who had left the message. She couldn’t deny that a part of her still refused to believe that it had been Dan who had cancelled the wedding dress.

‘This should be it,’ said Marie, pressing a button and stepping back from the machine.

Hello, it’s Dan Carlton here. I was with Emma Holden.

Emma felt sick; it was Dan, although his voice sounded subtly different than usual – almost automated, yet there seemed a hint of a quiver.

She asked me to call you, to cancel the wedding dress. We’re not together anymore. Sorry for the late notice. Thanks, bye.

The machine beeped off.

‘That was the whole message?’ Emma said.

‘Sorry,’ Marie said, ‘that was all we got. That’s why I thought it was best to give you a call and just confirm what Dan told us.’

‘Thanks. I’m relieved really – at least I know he’s okay.’

Marie looked puzzled, but tried to hide her interest.

‘Dan disappeared last Friday,’ Emma explained. ‘And that’s the first time I’ve heard from him since.’

‘Oh, I’m so sorry. He just left without saying anything?’

Emma nodded.

‘That’s awful,’ said Marie, ‘really awful.’

Emma held back the tears until she stepped out of the shop. Then the floodgates opened, and she ducked into an alleyway to hide her embarrassment. She wasn’t used to showing her weakness in public – she’d always had to be the strong one for the family – and she wasn’t about to let herself down now. She dried her eyes. Again she had been a fool, first putting her trust in someone who had let her down, and then refusing to believe the reality of the situation when it was clear to see.

She leant against the brick wall. Her first reaction was to call Lizzy, but she would be in the middle of rehearsals by now. Instead she called Will, but the call rang through to his message service. Lastly she called her dad.

‘Oh, hi, Emma,’ he said, sounding distracted. Emma could hear his girlfriend Miranda talking in the background, continuing the conversation that her call had obviously interrupted.

‘I was wondering if we could have a chat,’ Emma said, trying to block out the incessant chattering in the background.

‘Sure, sure, how about you come around here in say, an hour or two?’

‘That would be good, Dad.’

‘Great, great, I’ll get Miranda to rustle up something to eat as well.’

‘We’re supposed to be going out, to the art gallery,’ Emma heard Miranda protest, probably deliberately loud enough for her to hear.

‘Just a second,’ her dad said to Emma.

A few seconds of silence followed, and Emma guessed he was moving into another room.

‘Sorry about that,’ he said in a whisper. ‘I didn’t want Miranda to hear what I was going to say.’

‘Go on.’ Emma was intrigued and also happy that there were at least some things that were still sacrosanct between father and daughter.

‘I’m glad you rang, Emma,’ he said. ‘I’ve got something to tell you – something I should have told you about some time ago.’

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‘Oh, hi,’ said Miranda, feigning surprise as she opened the door and saw Emma standing there. ‘Sorry, I’m just in the middle of preparing some food, so things are a bit disorganised in here at the moment.’

She was wearing an apron and her hands were speckled with flour. She still managed to look stunning though – although she was only thirty-one, over two decades younger than Edward. It had taken Emma a long time to get used to the fact that her dad was living with someone only three years older than herself. In truth, she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the idea. Even though her mum was dead, and she wanted her dad to be happy, there would probably always be a part of her that resented Miranda.

‘That’s okay,’ Emma said, as she followed Miranda into the house. It was still weird being in the family home she had grown up in and seeing another woman there, in charge of the household. It felt as if Miranda was trampling on Emma’s memories.

They emerged into the open dining room/kitchen area to be greeted by an impressive spread of food.

‘We’re having some of my work colleagues over for dinner,’ Miranda explained. ‘Thought I’d just rustle up something.’

It looked more like a king’s banquet than something that had been just “rustled up”. From what her dad had told Emma, Miranda often cooked for work friends. She was a newly qualified consultant in paediatric medicine over at St. Thomas’s and, judging by the volume of food, she had a lot of friends there.

‘I’ll go and get Edward,’ she said, heading towards the stairs. ‘He’s in the bedroom, I think.’

‘It’s okay,’ Emma interrupted. ‘I’ll go up there.’

It seemed petty, but this still felt like her house, and it always would. She didn’t want to be treated like a guest.

‘Emma,’ her dad said, rubbing his eyes and rising from the bed as he saw her standing at the doorway to the bedroom. ‘I didn’t hear you arrive.’

He got up from the bed and gave her an uncharacteristic hug.

‘Miranda told me you were up here,’ Emma said, warming to the embrace.

‘How are you feeling?’ He pulled back and examined her intently with his hands on both her shoulders.

‘I’ve been better,’ she admitted. ‘Dan has called off the wedding.’

‘What? You’ve heard from him?’

‘Not exactly,’ she said. ‘He left a message on the answering machine at the bridal shop, cancelling the wedding dress.’

‘What? And you’re sure it was him?’

‘I heard the message myself.’

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Emma.’

‘At least I know now that he’s okay.’

‘Have you told the police?’

‘The police? No.’

‘I think you should,’ he said. ‘Emma, I know you still feel loyalty towards Dan, but if he had anything to do with what happened to Richard, then they need to know.’

‘I know. I will call them, but just not yet.’

‘I know it’s difficult,’ Edward said. ‘C’mon, let’s go for a walk.’

***

They walked for a while, mostly in silence. It reminded Emma of a similar walk they had made some years ago. Her dad had ended it by telling her that her mother was dying of cancer. She prayed that the news her dad had promised to tell her this time wouldn’t be so devastating.

They stopped on a bridge overlooking the Thames, and watched as a team of rowers skimmed past below them. The sun reflected off the river, making it sparkle.

Emma decided to break the silence.

‘I went to visit Stephen Myers yesterday,’ she said, as the rowers disappeared into the distance.

‘What?’ Her dad was visibly shocked. ‘Why would you go and visit him, after all he did to you?’

‘I thought he might have had something to do with Dan disappearing.’