We saw her there. She was sitting on one of those many benches that lined the side of the bridge, offering a view of the majestic river that ran beneath it. We walked up to her and leant forward to see her face. She wasn’t surprised, but we were. There were no tears.
“Di, what happened? Where is Callum?” I asked. Nathan, on her other side, took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She shook it off.
“He’s home. Not feeling very well. I left him there. Liz will take care of him”, she said, getting up and standing, holding on to the steel rails of the bridge.
“Liz?” Nathan was puzzled, “Liz who?”
“Eliza Thornton, the bitch who he’s sleeping with. I just saw them at it in his bedroom when I entered the apartment with the key that he gave me.”
“Oh! Sorry Di. He’s an idiot giving up on you for someone like her! Wait till I see him. I’ll knock some sense into him”, I offered, trying to console her, though she seemed composed.
Standing in her shoes
To stay calm is not easy
Her strength infinite
She smiled. “Thanks darling. You’re the best”, she said, “Both of you are”
“Didn’t you say he was unwell?” Nathan enquired.
“He certainly is.”
“He’s got his foot in his mouth after he screwed things with you, eh?” I laughed, giving her a friendly punch.
“Yeah, that’s for sure. He’s also got a key in his stomach and five lines on his cheek that’ll be a scar forever!”
Retribution with fingers
Scar to remember