In the end I don’t bother to call Kimberley. For some reason she has searched for my name on the internet. Perhaps she wanted to check that I hadn’t murdered anyone.
She says that she’s been reading about Joy and that it’s terrible what has happened to her. Since I haven’t told her about Joy, she could only have found out by searching for my name on the internet.
I think about deleting her from my list of friends. She’ll probably delete me. At the moment, she’ll hesitate because she doesn’t want me to think she’s cruel, or because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings too much. But in a few days, hoping that I won’t notice, she’ll click on the ‘remove from friends’ button. No woman wants to associate with a man whose wife has been brutally murdered.