‘Tea!’ Mrs Howard pushed the door open with a rattling tray. I went to help her, shoving the folder at Derwent so he could hide it. Her eyes were red, up close, and her face was swollen but she smiled at me…
We let her fuss over us, choosing biscuits from the plate she offered, making conversations about… the house and her art. Eventually, reluctantly, Derwent put his mug on the table.
‘Mrs Howard, I need to ask about the letters. Did they come from the prison?’
from Cruel Acts by Jane Casey (2019). Very Highly Recommended.