I didn’t have the words to answer. I shrugged, walking forward and fingering the soft leather of a dining chair, noting it was new. In fact, the whole kitchen looked different. It had been painted a pale green; the porcelain on display was now green instead of the yellow set that had once been there.
“She’s...” I gulped, swallowing the hurt. “...Angry with me for not being here when it happened.”
Nana let out a long breath and nodded slowly, shuffling over to the table and setting down the bowl and a plate of crusty bread rolls. “Come sit down, you must be exhausted after all that traveling.”
I sat obediently, my hands folded in my lap, my eyes firmly on the table.
“Kelsey’s just upset. Everyone deals with grief differently. She’s young and doesn’t know how to take it all in. Sometimes anger is easier to deal with than sadness.” She sat down opposite me and I looked up into her soft, sorrowful eyes. “She doesn’t mean it, being angry is just her way of coping, and it appears you’re getting the brunt of it. Unfortunately, sometimes we hurt the ones we love the most. She’ll come around.”
I nodded, taking in her words, hoping they were true. Nana’s eyes were tight, watching me, her gaze flicking down to the spoon I hadn’t touched. Resigned, I picked it up, seeing some of the tension leave her shoulders as I scooped some chili from the bowl and put it in my mouth, chewing slowly. It tasted just as delicious as it smelled, but I still wasn’t hungry in the slightest. For my nana and her peace of mind, I forced myself to keep going, though, knowing that in some strange way, it made her feel better.
The silence was almost too much to bear as I ate, so I decided to broach the subject of the accident. She had been vague on the phone, just told me it was a car crash, no details. Now, with only the clink of spoon against bowl to cut the silence, the details seemed important.
“Nana, the car accident,” I started, my voice cracking slightly—talking about it made it even more real, somehow—“was there anyone else hurt?” I’d been so wrapped up in my own grief that I hadn’t even considered the fact that there could be other people injured or dead.
Her eyebrows knitted together as she picked at a loose thread on her apron. “No one else was hurt. They’re not sure how it all happened. There was only one witness, who was driving a fair bit behind, so they didn’t see much. They said that a blue Ford pickup truck had sped past them, driving erratically. They said it collided with the side of your father’s car, which caused him to lose control and hit the central barrier. The other car sped off, and they haven’t been able to find the driver.”
I recoiled at her words. The other driver didn’t stop? What kind of person was involved in an accident and didn’t stop? “Do the police think they were drunk or something?” The words driving erratically stuck in my mind.
She sighed deeply and gave a small shrug of her shoulders. “They just don’t know. They’ve checked the traffic cams, but haven’t managed to get a picture of the driver, so at this point, they’re not sure what really happened.”
I ground my teeth, anger flaring in my stomach at this unknown driver.
She reached out and placed her soft hand over mine, squeezing gently. “They’ll find the person responsible and bring them to justice, don’t you worry about that.” Her voice was set, firm, confident, and more than a little angry. “Trust that the police will do their jobs. We have other things to worry about.”
I nodded, a lump now firmly lodged in my throat. I put down my spoon and pushed the bowl away from me gently, knowing I couldn’t force down another bite. Nana stood silently, picking up my bowl and walking over to the garbage disposal to scrape my barely touched food away. Her shoulders sagged, her movements slow.
“Why don’t you have a little nap or something?” I suggested, standing and walking over to her. “I can clean this up, you look exhausted.” I put my arm around her and gave her an encouraging squeeze.
She sighed, not looking at me, and nodded. “I think I will.” She turned and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “Wake me if there’s any news. Visiting starts again at three, but I think I’ll skip the afternoon visit and just go tonight instead. Unless you want me to come with you?”
I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll go this afternoon, and then we can all go up again tonight.”
She nodded in agreement, and I watched her walk out of the kitchen before glancing at the clock. Just before two. Just over an hour to wait before I could go see my mother. I sighed and dug in my pocket for my cell phone, heading over to the Wi-Fi router to get the password so I could connect to it. Once I’d connected, I dropped down into the kitchen chair and called Toby. He’d be climbing the walls waiting for news, but I knew he wouldn’t call me in case I was at the hospital or something.
It took a few seconds to connect, but he answered on the second ring. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”
I closed my eyes, pressing the phone harder against my ear. In the background, I could hear the beep of the cash register, the clink of glasses, the murmured chatter of patrons. He was working. “Hi. Is now a good time?” I asked.
“It’s always a good time where you’re concerned.” His voice was warm, loving. “Just ’old on one sec.” The line became even more muffled, as if he had covered the mouthpiece. “Trev, look after things for a bit, ’lright? It’s Ellie.” Then he was back to talking to me. “Sorry, sweetheart. ’Ow’s everyone coping? ’Ow’s your mum?”
Nana looks like she’s a minute from collapsing and Kelsey hates me.
“They’re doing okay,” I lied. “I haven’t been to see my mom yet. I have to wait for visiting hours, but Nana said she’s still in a coma.”
“Aww, I’m so sorry, Ellie. I wish I was there, I’ve been so worried ’bout ya.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m all right,” I muttered, opening my eyes and looking down at the table, tracing the grains of wood with my fingernail.
“It’s my job to worry, ain’t it?” His voice was deliberately light, playful.
“I suppose,” I admitted. “Are the boys okay?” They had still been asleep this morning when Toby and I left for the airport. I hadn’t even had a chance to say good-bye to them before Toby’s mother had come over to watch them so Toby could accompany me in the taxi.
“They’re fine. They both send their love. Christian made you a drawing. ’E said I ’ave to bring it with me when I fly out to you.”
My heart squeezed at the gesture. They really were sweet kids. “Tell them I said hi.”
We chatted for another ten minutes, mundane conversation, nothing heavy. Mostly about the flight, Stacey, the pub, his kids, and Nana’s chili. At the end of the call, he told me he loved me and apologized again for not being here with me, and made me promise to call again tonight, screw the time difference. He told me he’d arranged cover at the pub and had booked his flight for Wednesday—four days’ time—once the kids were returned to their mother. When I disconnected the call, I felt a little better. Talking to someone who wasn’t so closely involved and hearing the regular pub sounds in the background was a welcome distraction to the blackness that was inside me, consuming me by the second.
After quickly washing the dishes, I walked into the living room to see Nana asleep, sitting up in the armchair. I watched her rhythmic breathing for a few seconds, wondering what would have happened if she hadn’t been here, if Kelsey had been on her own with no support. This woman was a rock, and I would be eternally grateful for her stepping in and taking care of my sister in my absence. I walked forward, picking up the throw from the sofa and laying it over her carefully. She didn’t stir.
> Not wanting to sit down, I wandered slowly around the house, touching things I hadn’t seen for years, my eyes lingering on family photos that adorned the walls. When my gaze landed on the key rack that was mounted on the wall by the front door, I saw my old, battered Volkswagen Beetle key ring dangling there. I frowned, heading over to it and picking it up, memories of my beat-up little car swirling to the front of my mind.
I had no idea my parents had kept her.
Tightening my fist around the keys, I headed to the garage through the internal door and there she sat. My beloved green bug.
The fluffy green dice that Stacey had bought me when I passed my driving test still hung from the rearview mirror. I smiled and shook my head, finding the right key and pushing it into the lock eagerly.
As the door opened, a waft of polish and leather hit my nose. Slipping inside, I noticed that the inside was spotlessly clean, sparkling even. Someone, most likely my father, had kept the car clean for the last three years—probably in the hope that one day I’d come home and want to drive her. Pain stabbed at my heart as I touched the soft, ripped leather of my seat. Swinging the door closed, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. The loss of my father was something I would surely never recover from. Everything inside me hurt—my heart squeezed painfully with each beat as I closed my eyes and saw his smiling face, his twinkling eyes, heard his laugh.
A strangled sob left my throat.
I dragged in a couple of ragged breaths, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling of the car, forcing my mind away from my father in a bid to keep the tears at bay. Needing something else to do before I fell into the grief abyss, I shoved the key into the ignition and turned it, pushing my foot down on the gas pedal, pumping it like I used to. The engine ticked over, but didn’t catch. On the second try I pumped the gas faster and...bingo! There was a little life left in the old girl yet! I smiled, leaving the engine running as I reveled in the loud roar.
When it was finally time to start thinking about going to the hospital, I sent a quick text to Stacey, saying that we didn’t need a ride, that my car was still in working order, and that I’d actually quite like to drive myself. She replied quickly and asked me to message later and let her know if there was any change.
Leaving the car running, not wanting to risk turning it off in case it didn’t start up again, I headed back into the house and crept through the lounge and up the stairs toward Kelsey’s room. I knocked softly, taking a couple of deep breaths outside her door,