What happenedd to Louise?

That's it. It's done. It's over.

Well the police are still here, but they won't stay long and nothing will come of it, they've said as much. I've just brought tea in, Bill is nodding numbly to the things they say, clearly, in my eyes on the way to resentment rather than sorrow. That's good. Marie, standing, arms crossed, looks furious and not at all grieving. Serves her right.

On the modern-looking tacky coffee table is a collection of the items they recovered, each in a little plastic bag for fingerprints, though they won't find anything there either. In one of the bags holds the clock from off the mantlepiece. It had stood there in the same place since the day they moved in. It was an ugly little thing, Louise chose it herself.

Louise.

She won't be choosing anything ever again now.

How sad, they'll say, They seemed so happy together. Who'd have thought?

That's just the way it should be. Marie will go somewhere else, Bill will get over it, and everyone will have what they deserve.

Just as Molly said that time not so long ago, although it feels like years, everything will turn out for the best. It did.

It just needed a little help.