Chapter Twenty Four

FIVE YEARS LATER

Simon

This damn leg won't give me peace. I massage it slowly, wishing I was home, wrapped in a duvet in front of my electric fireplace. I hate the cold now. Since the explosion five years ago, I have had an injury that makes the cold unbearable. Usually, I can ignore it, but sometimes I need something stronger than Ibuprofen. Other than the dull pain in my leg, the ache in my heart has also never gone away; the part of my heart reserved for Marcus hasn't healed or moved on. My mind wonders as it's wont to do, and I find myself reliving the past.

I had woken up in hospital a week after the explosion. According to the police, a gas leak had been the cause of the accident. They had found the remains of only one person, and dental records had confirmed it was David. There had been nothing left to confirm what had happened to Marcus. After months of searching, the police had concluded that David must have killed him and disposed of the body elsewhere. It was so devasta