normal.â
Rhi looked at her hands. âWhen we lost my sister in the car crash, I wanted everything to go back to normal too,â she said quietly. âBut it never did. When someone dies, nothing is the same, ever again.â
Tears spilled down Rhiâs cheeks. Polly was appalled at herself. Sheâd put her foot in it twice, in as many seconds. That had to be some kind of record.
âRhi, Iâm so sorry,â she said helplessly. âCan you forgive me for talking without thinking?â
Rhi rubbed the tears from her face. âItâs not you. I feel like a leaky tap at the moment,â she said with a shaky laugh. âThis whole thing with Ryan has brought back some really tough memories. And not just for me. For my parents as well.â
Polly touched Rhiâs arm in sympathy. âIs it really bad at home?â
âPretty bad, yeah,â Rhi admitted. âDadâs been spending time with Mr Jameson, helping him work through his grief. Maybe itâs helpful, being with someone who understands what it feels like to lose a child. But Dadâs coming home with all this extra grief on his shoulders. Itâs hard to be around him just now. Mumâs not talking about it, but you can see on her face how much itâs affected her. Sheâs working even harder than she usually does, trying to pretend that everythingâs OK.â
âThat must be so difficult.â
Polly could hardly imagine what Rhi and her parents were going through. She found a tissue in her pocket and handed it over. Rhi took it gratefully.
âEverythingâs such a mess,â she sniffed into the tissue. âI wish I could rewind it all.â
Polly knew exactly what Rhi meant. âNone of this was your fault,â she reminded her friend.
âWasnât it?â Rhiâs eyes were haunted. âYou werenât even up on the cliff when it happened, Polly. It was surreal. One minute we were all singing along to one of Brodyâs songs and the firelight was flickering over the rocks â and then Ryan and Lila appeared and everything changed.â
âDonât go through it all again, Rhiââ
âI have to,â Rhi interrupted. âI have to work out if I could have prevented it, you know? Max told Ryan not to jump. Ryan called him a chicken. I was sitting right there . I could have grabbed Ryan, maybe, or⦠â
âPlease donât, Rhi,â said Polly helplessly. âYou canât change any of it. It was an accident.â
A bell rang somewhere overhead, signifying the start of afternoon classes. Rhi blew her nose and struggled to compose herself. Polly could hardly bear to see the misery on her friendâs face. She had to make Rhi smile again.
âSo the Heartbeat Café was one of my dumber ideas,â she said. âBut I still think we should get together. Just the girls, maybe. You could all come over to my house. It would be good to talk, donât you think? Properly. Not just for five minutes, snatched between school bells. We havenât all been together since the day of Ryanâs funeral. That afternoon on the beach.â
Polly could picture that day so clearly in her mind. She and Rhi, crossing the wind-blown beach to where Lila and Eve were standing beside the pretty memorial they had made for Ryan in the sand. Eve, telling them all that she was gay.
âWhen you say âthe girlsâ,â said Rhi, interrupting Pollyâs train of thought, âdoes that include Eve?â
âYes,â said Polly. âWe vowed on the beach that day that we would try and be better friends for each other, didnât we? And although sheâs a difficult person to be friends with, that means Eve too.â
Rhi looked unhappy. âIâm not ready to spend time with Eve yet.â
Polly frowned. âWhy not? Because sheâs gay?â
âNo, of course not. I donât have a problem