I’d laid him, dressed, on my bed, the curtains drawn, the door locked. It didn’t last very long. Eporner Suicide. The truth was I just wanted to see him one last time. It took me ten minutes to finish undressing him, ten minutes which only made me madder with lust. I restrained myself for a couple of hours. Overdose, they’d said, and the coroner had agreed. I reached out to the gun, lying on the bedside table. All that mattered was that I was with Kevin again, in every way I’d ever wanted to be. I hadn’t felt the tears start, but my eyes were burning now. I’d laid him, dressed, on my bed, the curtains drawn, the door locked. I tried to hold back the choke of a sob, but I couldn’t.




















