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‘He was so controlling, ’ shudders Carla. ‘And he was a bastard to you. ’

This isn’t a word I care for, but I find myself nodding. Then I stop. Time to be professional. ‘Controlling? ’ I repeat. ‘Is that why you killed him? ’

She leans forward now. Her hands are clenched into two small balls. I can smell her breath. Minty. Fearful.

‘Someone was there. I told you. I saw a man. ’

‘Well, that’s convenient. What exactly did this man look like? ’

‘Can’t remember. ’

She sits back now, supported by the wall, crossing her legs on the bed. Cool. Too cool. ‘I shouldn’t be here. I’m in shock. By the way, do you have a hairbrush on you? ’

A hairbrush? Seriously?

‘I shouldn’t be here either, ’ I say, getting to my feet. It’s true. I should be at the hospital, in the morgue. Identifying my husband instead of allowing Ross to do it.

‘No. Please. Stay. ’

Her hand reaches out and catches mine. It’s cold. Stone cold. I try to pull it back, but it is clutching mine, continental style, as if we have just met at a dinner party and discovered we have a mutual friend.

‘I need you, Lily. I want you to be my lawyer. ’

‘Are you insane? Why should I help you? You stole my husband. ’

‘Exactly. But if you defend me, it’s a message to the rest of the world that even the woman I wronged believes I didn’t kill Ed. The barrister that you pick will trust you. And you’re a good person. You have a reputation for saving the underdog. ’

Her eyes flicker. ‘And that’s what I am now. ’ Gone is the confident young woman. The latchkey kid is back.

But I’m still getting my head round all this. ‘Let’s say you are telling the truth. What’s in it for me? Why should I help the woman that destroyed my family? ’

‘Because you lost all those defence cases before you moved out of London. ’ Grown-up Carla now steps in. ‘You might be doing all right with negligence cases. But this is a chance to prove you can do it again with a murder. ’

She looks at me like she knows she’s hit a nerve.

‘Please, Lily. Do it for Poppy if you can’t do it for me. ’

‘Who? ’

‘My child. Our child. ’

I hadn’t known her name. Deliberately. I’d asked Ross not to tell me. It made her less real.

‘If I go to prison, I’ll lose my daughter. ’ Carla’s eyes fill with tears. ‘I… I didn’t feel well for a time. I wasn’t… I wasn’t a great mother. But now my own mother is dead. ’

I hadn’t known that. ‘I’m so sorry, ’ I murmur. ‘How? ’

‘Cancer. ’

Carla lifts her big brown eyes to mine. ‘I miss her so much! I can’t let Poppy miss me like that. Please, Lily. You’re a mother. Help me. ’

‘Maybe, ’ I say, feeling an almost pleasurable harshness coming out of my mouth, ‘foster care is the best place for her. ’

Her eyes bore into mine. ‘You don’t mean that, Lily. I know you don’t. ’

Damn her. She’s right. This is a baby we’re talking about. A baby who will be screaming with anguish because she can’t smell her mother. Children, however old they are, need their parents. How would Tom cope if I wasn’t around?

‘But I’m not sure I believe that you’re innocent. ’

‘You have to. ’ Carla’s hands are tightening even more firmly round my wrist. She’s a small girl again. I am the older woman. Too old to be a sister. Too young to be a mother. Yet we have so much in common. It’s as if her life is inextricably bound to mine and, however hard I try to shake her off, she’s always there. An evil shadow? Or a child who’s been misunderstood?

I run my hands through my hair. ‘How do you know I wouldn’t put up a poor defence? To make sure you’re convicted to get back at you. ’

Her eyes are trusting. ‘Because you’re too moral for that. And because you’re also ambitious. Think about it, Lily. You could go down in history as the lawyer who helped acquit your husband’s new wife. ’

It bears, I must say, a certain ring to it. And yet there are numerous holes in this argument, so many flaws in the defence. I also don’t care for the fact that Carla keeps using my name. It’s a legal technique to get a client onside. And she knows it.

‘There’s still the small matter of who murdered Ed if you didn’t do it. ’

Even as I say the words, they don’t feel true. My husband – because that’s how I still see him – can’t really be gone. He’ll be at home. My old home. Sketching. Breathing.

Carla’s grip is strong for one so small. I’m still trying to shrug it off, but she’s determined, it seems, to hang on to me as if I am a lifebelt. ‘Ed was up to his eyes in debt. I don’t think the money was always borrowed from official places. Maybe someone wanted it back. Surely the police could find out. And I saw that man at the door. Someone must have seen something. ’

She seems so certain. My legs begin to shake as if someone else is rocking them.

‘There’s something else too. I’ve been receiving anonymous notes. ’ Carla’s eyes are locked on mine. ‘They implied something bad would happen to me and Poppy because of what I’d done to you. ’

I go hot, then cold.

‘Have you kept them? ’

‘Only the last. Then I tore it up, like the others, because I was scared Ed might go mad. But I’d recognize the handwriting again. ’

Handwriting?

A paralysing chill crawls down the length of my body, eating it up, inch by inch.

‘You can’t afford me. ’ I’m clutching at straws now. ‘I can’t do it for free. My firm will need to charge you. ’

Those eyes now glint. She can tell she’s winning me over. Suddenly I know what she’s going to say before she says it. ‘Ed’s sketches! The ones he gave me as a child. They’re worth something now. I will sell them to prove my innocence! ’

It tastes, I have to admit, of the most delicious irony.

58 Carla

Of course, Carla told herself, she hadn’t meant all that stuff about needing Poppy and getting her back. That was just to get Lily onside.

For the first time in months, she was finally feeling more like her old self. With Ed gone, she was no longer a child who did everything wrong. She no longer had Poppy’s screams ringing in her ears day and night: a painful reminder, as if she needed one, that if it hadn’t been for getting pregnant, she would still be free. Without the child, she was sleeping better, although her dreams were still punctuated by Mamma. Sometimes she would sit bolt upright in the night, convinced her mother was still alive. Then she would remember. If only, she sobbed, hot tears streaming down her face, she could have been with Mamma at the end.

Meanwhile, she had to convince the judge that she was innocent.

It wasn’t easy being a defendant instead of a lawyer, Carla soon realized through this haze of grief. If only she understood more about what was going on. If only she’d specialized in criminal law, not employment.

Now, as Lily prepared for the bail hearing – to determine whether she had to wait in prison until her case was tried – Carla attempted to remember the murder cases she’d covered at college.

‘Surely all I have to do is plead “Not Guilty”, ’ she protested to Lily in the police cell.

‘It’s not as simple as that. ’ Lily glanced at her notes. ‘The judge will look at the evidence – like the front and back doors, which don’t look as though they’ve been forced – and then decide if you pose a risk. ’

‘A risk? ’ she pouted. ‘Who am I going to hurt? ’

‘That’s the point, Carla. The judge doesn’t know you from Adam. For all he knows, you’re a husband-killer. It’s unusual to get bail for a murder charge. But not impossible. ’

Lily was getting frustrated. Carla could see that. Better not push it, she told herself. She’d been amazed, frankly, when Lily had agreed to take her on. And she was lucky – or so Lily told her – that the bail hearing was happening so fast.

When she saw the judge, he would surely see she was no murderer. Lily had brought in some shampoo and a hairdryer; a hairbrush too, although it was one of those thin wand designs instead of her usual paddle brush. Lily had also lent her a dull brown calf-length skirt, even though Carla had specifically described the one she’d wanted from her own wardrobe. ‘This one is more demure, ’ Lily had told her brusquely. ‘It all makes a difference. ’

She had been trying. Carla had to concede that. What was it that had swayed her? The ‘Ed was a bastard’ bit? The baby bit? Or the argument that taking on her case would help Lily’s career?

Maybe some of each.

It would have been easier, though, if Lily had been nicer to her instead of being all brusque and cold. Cold… Ed’s body would be cold now. It didn’t seem possible. None of this seemed possible. Any minute now, she’d wake up at home. Not the ‘home’ that had once belonged to Lily and Ed. But real home.

Italy home.

Sunshine streaming in through the shutters; the sounds of children walking past on the way to school; the old man from next door grumbling about the tourists; and Mamma. Beautiful Mamma, calling her in that sing-song voice. ‘Carla! Carla! ’

‘Carla Giuliana Macdonald. Do you plead guilty or not guilty? ’

Were they really in front of the judge already? Carla looked around the courtroom. It was so easy to travel in your head. So easy to blank everything out.

They were all looking at her now. Far away. And then close. Out and then in. The room was swaying. The handrail in front of her in the defence box was slippery from the sweat on her hands. There was a loud ringing in her ears. ‘Not guilty, ’ she managed.

And then the room danced backwards and forwards as if someone was stretching it out and in again, like the concertina the old man used to play in the square by the fountain back home…

The first thing Carla saw when she opened her eyes was Lily. Lily in a smart navy suit that could have been black unless you were looking closely.

‘Well done, ’ Lily said.

It was difficult to know if she was being sarcastic or not.

Carla looked around to give herself time. They weren’t in a police cell. Or the court. They were in a room that looked a bit like an office.

‘You managed to get the judge’s sympathy with that rather dramatic faint. Luckily for you, your grandfather put up the bail. ’

Nonno? Carla began to sweat again. ‘He knows of this? ’

‘The news is all over the place. The press is having a field day. They’re outside the court right now. Waiting for us, cameras at the ready. ’

Lily’s eyes were bright. Glazed like an animal’s, although Carla could not work out if she was in search of prey or being hunted herself. The thought made her uneasy. ‘ “M& #233; nage & #224; trois in the courtroom, ” they’re calling it. Someone’s got wind of the fact that we shared a husband. ’ There was a hoarse laugh. ‘I’d like to say it was at different times, but there was some overlap, wasn’t there? ’

‘I’m sorry. ’

‘Did you say something? ’ Lily was standing over her like a teacher. ‘I didn’t quite catch that. Would you mind saying that again? ’

‘I said I’m sorry. ’

Lily put her head to one side. ‘And you really think that a simple apology wipes the slate clean; that it atones for the wreckage of my marriage and the effect on my son? ’

‘It wasn’t easy being married to Ed. ’

‘If you go on like that, you’ll make everyone think you did kill Ed – including me. ’ Lily’s tone was sharp, but Carla could tell she’d hit a nerve. It was a start. Slow but sure. Employment law had taught her that. Begin by befriending the other side. Especially if it was really your own side…

‘Right. Let’s get going, shall we? Look straight ahead when we go out and don’t, whatever you do, say anything to anyone. Ready? ’

Lily strode ahead confidently as they followed the police officer out of the courtroom, across the lobby and into the street. At first Carla thought the sun was strong. But then, when she put down her hand, she could see the flashes. Cameras. A sea of faces. Voices calling out.

‘Carla, is it true that your solicitor used to be married to your husband? ’

‘Carla, who do you think killed your husband if you didn’t? ’

‘Lily, why have you taken on your ex-husband’s wife? Have you always been friends? ’

Carla started as Lily grabbed her arm. Firmly. Painfully. ‘In the car. Now. ’

Somehow they made their way through, down the steps and into the silver car waiting at the bottom.

‘You’ve got it all organized, ’ Carla said with grudging admiration. Lily was in the front, her face turned to the side, looking out at the sea of people. Then she seemed to freeze.

‘What? ’ Carla asked.

Lily went pink. ‘Nothing. ’ Then she turned round so her back was facing Carla.

Lily had seen something, Carla told herself. Or someone. Who? She tried to look herself, but the car had moved on, swiftly gliding through the traffic leaving London.

It would be best, Lily told her as they drove, if she came to stay with her in Devon. It would be quieter there, away from the crowds. They could work on the case together. They could, if she wanted, even apply to have Poppy living with them.

‘You would do that for me? Have Ed’s child living with us? ’

Carla’s heart sank. Poppy with her blue, all-seeing eyes was the last person she needed. She might make her mind go all strange again.

‘Why not? It’s not her fault. ’

Lily had it all worked out.

Little did she know.

59 Lily

I have to admit that Carla’s fears are not unfounded. It would be easy to take on my husband’s wife’s case and put up such an obviously weak defence that she would go down.

But that’s not the way to do it.

‘Let me make this perfectly clear, ’ I say to her as we sit in my parents’ sitting room overlooking the sea. She’s curled up in my chair, the pink velvet one that I’ve always sat in since childhood. Yet it suits Carla perfectly. You’d think, to look at her, that she’s on holiday. Stretching back in the sunlight which pours through the picture windows, acting as though she is a guest instead of the client I’ve taken in – much to my mother’s surprise – while preparing for the case.

‘You need to tell me everything, ’ I continue. ‘No holding back. In return, I will do my best to defend you. ’

Her eyes narrow. ‘How do I know that? Supposing you really want me to lose? ’

‘If you’re worried about that, why did you ask me to represent you? ’

‘I told you. Because you knew what Ed was like and because people trust you. ’

Ed. Once more, his name gives me a pang. Why is it possible to care for someone who had hurt you so badly?

‘And I’m telling you, Carla, that if I take a case on, I put everything into it. ’ I pause, staring out across the sea. There’s a stream of yachts like a row of bobbing ducks. The sailing club always goes out on a Saturday afternoon. Tom loves to watch, although he asks persistent questions about why the boats can float on the water and why fish live beneath. He’s down there on the front, right now, with Mum. Poppy too, in the old Silver Cross pram that Mum’s dug out. In fact, she’s one of the reasons I’m doing this.

I don’t want to like Ed’s child. I really don’t. But from the minute I saw her with her cute red hair and my husband’s stubby fingers, I felt something tug at me. This was the daughter we should have had together. This was the child that might have come along if we hadn’t had our hands full with Tom.

It helps that Poppy bears little resemblance to her mother. Odd, too, that the child screams every time Carla picks her up. And that Carla winces every time she holds her daughter.

‘Of course I’ll tell you everything. ’ Carla’s voice cuts into my thoughts. ‘Why wouldn’t I? ’

Sometimes it’s hard to know if this woman is as bright as everyone seems to think she is.

‘Because most people are hiding something, ’ I snap.

‘I wouldn’t. ’ Her eyes meet mine in a deadlock. ‘I’m telling you the truth. ’

I’m telling you the truth. Wasn’t that what Joe Thomas had said when I’d first met him? Joe, who’d been in the crowd outside the court. Watching me.

My eyes go back to the sea. In the distance, I can see the cliffs. They’re red. Angry. Large chunks of them have been falling into the sea in the last few years. People have been losing their back gardens.

Far worse to lose a husband. It doesn’t matter that Ed was married to this woman after me. I was his first wife. I came first.

‘I once had a client who lied to me. ’ I make a half laugh. ‘Others have probably done the same, but I know this one did because he told me after the case. It was an appeal. He’d already served a few years in prison, but I got him off. And then he told me that he had done it after all. ’

Carla is staring at me. ‘Did he go back to prison? ’

I shake my head. ‘He should have done. But I couldn’t do anything because of double jeopardy. He couldn’t be re-tried for the same offence. ’

The phone rings. It’s the barrister I’ve been waiting to hear from. I’ve decided to act as his junior counsel rather than be totally in charge. As I told Carla, not all judges are keen on solicitors defending murder trials, despite the Higher Rights qualification. Closed shop and all that.

We speak briefly and then I put the phone down, turning to Carla. ‘Looks like we’ve got to get a move on. The case has been brought forward. You’re obviously a high priority to the powers that be. We’ve got just over two months to prepare. ’

‘I trust you, Lily. You can do it. You were always the best in the practice. ’ Carla stretches out, artfully crossing one slim leg over the other as though flaunting her body in front of me. The same legs that would have wrapped themselves round my husband’s.

‘Why have you brought her here? ’ my mother keeps asking. ‘I don’t understand. ’

Of course, it’s not just because of Poppy with her gummy smile. It’s because I want to make Carla suffer. I want her to live in a house surrounded by photographs of Ed and me. Photographs that I once stored and have now re-hung.

I want her to live with her husband’s ex-wife: to hear me talk about times when she wasn’t there. I want her to feel my parents’ disapproving glares.

But most of all, I want her to know what it’s like to live with Tom, whose life changed for ever when she stole his father.

And it’s working. I can see that in Carla’s eyes. For as much as I’d like to believe that ‘the Italian girl grown up’ is bad through and through, I suspect that she’s capable of feeling as much guilt as you and me.

60 Carla

April 2016

‘So tell me, Carla. What exactly do you remember from the night that Ed Macdonald was murdered? ’

Carla knew this off pat. Hadn’t she and Lily gone over it again and again in the library for weeks on end, while Lily’s mother cared for Poppy?

She would much rather be there right now than in court. The prosecution barrister, who had just asked her this question, was staring at her with icy disdain. The journalists outside had, she was certain, already branded her as guilty. Glancing up at the gallery, she spotted a woman with long dark curls. Mamma! she nearly called out.

But then the woman turned and Carla could see that it was not her after all. ‘You often get complete strangers coming in to see a case, ’ Lily had told her. ‘They are simply curious. ’

Strangely, it had been Lily’s mother (‘Call me Jeannie’) who had helped her through her grief during her stay in Devon. ‘I know what it is to have experienced loss, ’ she had said after her initially cool welcome. ‘But you must remember that you are a mother yourself now. Us mothers have to be strong. ’

Thanks to Jeannie, Carla had also learned that the noise of the vacuum cleaner could sometimes stop Poppy’s terrible crying (amazing! ) and that babies were much tougher than she had thought. ‘You’re only nervous about picking her up because she was so small and poorly at the beginning, ’ Jeannie had said. ‘But Poppy’s really thriving now, isn’t she? What a lovely smile! ’

Tom had helped too. This big lumbering stepson of hers, who asked strange questions and did odd things, was mesmerized by Poppy. At first she’d been scared he might hurt her, but then his clumsy attempts at spooning mouthfuls of mush into her mouth, Poppy giggling all the time, made Carla realize that babies really were hardier than they looked.

They’d all shown her such kindness: incredible really, considering she had stolen Lily’s husband. ‘They felt Ed should have behaved more responsibly, ’ Lily had said curtly one day.

Now Carla took another look at the gallery. She’d never been introduced to Ed’s family. ‘We don’t have much to do with each other any more, ’ he had once said. But perhaps he was embarrassed about leaving his wife and son. Either way, she had no idea whether they were here or not. Maybe they were the ones at the front who were staring at her.

Holding herself even straighter, Carla turned away. But inside she was frozen with fear. Who would look after Poppy if she went to prison? Nonno and Nonna were too old. They were too frail to even come to the hearing. ‘We both love you very much, ’ her grandmother had written. ‘Your grandfather may not show it because he is proud. But we know you cannot have committed this terrible crime. You will be set free. ’

Would she? For the first time, Carla began to wonder if she had made the right choice in hiring Lily. It had felt clever at the time, but now she was here, in the dock, the doubts were crowding in. Lily had once had a reputation for being one of the best. But she was out of practice. And what about the barrister she’d chosen? Lily was constantly passing notes to him, indicating that he hadn’t always said something he should have done, or had omitted something else. She would have liked Lily to be the lead barrister, but it was better, Lily had told her, that she acted as junior counsel. The very fact that she was handling her case at all had caused a flurry of interest in both the press and the court. Even the judge had questioned it at the beginning of the proceedings. ‘I believe you are representing your husband’s second wife, ’ he had said. ‘Couldn’t this be construed as a conflict of interest? ’

Lily had warned her this might happen. And she had clearly been ready for the question. ‘Not at all, My Lord. My client specifically asked me to represent her. She felt we shared common ground. ’

There had been a ripple of laughter through the gallery at this. But it wasn’t funny. It was true.

Back to the prosecution’s question. What did she remember from the night Ed was murdered?

‘I’ve already said in my statement. ’

There was a frown from Lily’s direction. ‘Always be respectful, ’ she had said. ‘Be prepared to go over and over the facts. ’

Carla gathered herself. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just that I am so tired. ’

She flashed a smile – one of her best – at a young man in the jury who had been eyeing her up since the trial began. He was on her side. ‘Dress soberly, ’ Lily had said. But she’d been unable to bring herself to wear the awful outfit that had been presented to her. Instead, she had insisted on wearing a chic jacket and her favourite figure-hugging black skirt. It was attracting, she could tell, a lot of attention.

‘Is it possible to sit down while I am giving evidence? ’

The judge gave a brief nod. Thank goodness he was a man. She stood more chance of getting him onside too, providing she played her cards right.

‘Ed and I were at home together. He was drunk again. ’ Her eyes closed. ‘He began yelling at me. Insisting that our baby wasn’t his…’ Her eyes brimmed with tears.

‘And was he the father of your child? ’

Carla’s chin jerked up. ‘Of course. I loved my husband. I would never have been unfaithful to him. I will take a DNA test, if you like, to prove it. ’

The prosecutor was walking up and down. ‘But is it not true that on the night of the murder, your former boyfriend Rupert Harris paid you a visit at home? Were you thinking of leaving your husband for him? ’

Carla was so shocked that for a minute she couldn’t speak. Her own barrister seemed taken aback too. He was a young man who kept looking at his notes as if nervous of forgetting something. But according to Lily, he was ‘just right for the job’.

‘No, ’ she finally managed to say. ‘Rupert was just a friend from college. Besides, I knew he had just got engaged. ’

The horrid prosecution barrister raised his eyebrows as if to indicate that he doubted whether this would put her off. ‘Please tell us what happened next, Mrs Macdonald. ’

She glanced at the jury. There was a woman with a pinched face sitting next to the sympathetic-looking young man. Carla addressed herself to her. ‘Ed was shouting at me. He began to shake my shoulders. His fingers were hurting me. I was so scared…’ She paused and pressed her hand to her chest. ‘I pushed him away, but he fell against the wall. He was drunk. He couldn’t balance properly. His head began to bleed and I felt terrible. So I tried to stem the blood with a cloth. But he pushed me away again. His eyes were blazing with anger. ’ She paused again. They had to believe her. They had to.

‘Then… then he picked up the carving knife, the one he’d just used to carve the chicken. ’

She clutched at her throat, as if he was brandishing it in front of her right now. ‘I thought he was going to kill me. ’

The court was deathly quiet.

‘Then I heard the door open…’

‘Are you sure? ’

‘Per certo. ’

‘In English please, Mrs Macdonald. ’

‘Sorry. I am certain. ’

Carla wet her lips. This was the tricky bit, Lily had warned. The part that the jury might not be sympathetic to. ‘I ran out to the hallway. There was a man standing there. I didn’t know what was happening, I thought he wanted to hurt me too. I was so scared. ’ A sob escaped through her lips. ‘Then I panicked and ran. ’

The prosecutor’s face was impassive. Blank. ‘Can you describe this man? ’

‘I’ll try. ’ Carla’s voice trembled. ‘He was quite tall with dark hair and brown eyes – I can’t remember much more, I wish I could! ’

‘So do we all, Mrs Macdonald. ’

What Carla didn’t say – Lily had advised her not to, as she said it would muddy the waters – was that the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she remembered him from somewhere.

‘Did you take your baby with you when you made this desperate run? ’

That wasn’t fair. He knew she hadn’t.

‘No, ’ whispered Carla, and collapsed into sobs.

There were disapproving murmurings among the jury.

This wasn’t good. Somehow she had to make them understand what she had gone through. Forcing herself, Carla lifted her tear-stained face. ‘I had postnatal depression after my baby was born. I told my barrister that. ’ A large sob escaped her mouth. ‘And my mother died in Italy of cancer on the very day I gave birth. I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye. I know I shouldn’t have run off and left Poppy behind. But I just wasn’t thinking straight…’

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