Phil Cavilled was waiting outside. 'Phil?' I said softly. He
looked up and I think he already knew. I walked over and
put my hand on his arm.
'I won't cry,' he said quietly. 'I'm going to be strong for
you. I promised Jenny.' He touched my hand very gently.
But I had to be alone. To feel the night air. To take a walk,
perhaps.
Downstairs, the entrance hall of the hospital was very
calm and quiet. The only noise was the sound of my
footsteps on the hard floor.