Brennan pulled over the car, killed the engine and got out.
He walked to the end of the street and turned down a darkened path that led to open playing fields. It was raining now. As he walked he could feel his warm brow cooling. His shirt front was wet. A woman with a West Highland terrier on a lead smiled at him as he reached an open grassed area. He looked away from her, headed for a bench under a street lamp. When he reached it he sat and tried to settle the mash of thoughts he now carried around; but he knew it was beyond him.
How? Why? He had no answers any more.
Brennan felt the wind cut into his arms; his shirt and hair were wet now, soaked through. He’d left his jacket behind in the car, hadn’t even taken the keys out of the ignition. He stood up, looked back towards the path and started walking again. It seemed easy enough to do, so he continued, kept going. As he went, his phone started to ring. He took it out, looked at the caller ID – it was Sophie.
‘Hello, love,’ he said. ‘I’m on my way home.’