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Ed sent a ‘polite request’ that Heath stay away from the funeral. It’s immediate family only, he’d said. I’m sure you’ll understand. A pathetic attempt to have the last word. Immediate family. What else was Heath if not that? They were each other, so where did that leave him now?

She was buried where she’d got married, the pretty, if weather-beaten, little church on the hill. The sky was a glowering pewter that matched the lead on the roof. Heath parked his old site van at an angle on a grass verge, and slung his tool bag on a random overgrown grave. It announced his intentions before he understood them himself.