by Clarke, Lucy
Jez pulled her passport from his pocket. ‘I guess you’ll be wanting this back, now Noah’s gone.’ He tapped it absently with his thumb.
‘I still can’t repay you. I’ve got nothing.’
She watched his face, waiting for some internal switch to flick from impatience to anger. But Jez looked as though he hadn’t heard her. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. ‘He left. Today of all fucking days!’
She instantly remembered the date woven into Noah’s tattoo. Today was the anniversary of their brother’s death. That’s why he needed to leave.
‘He doesn’t give a shit.’
‘That’s not it. He just isn’t coping,’ she said, picking her words carefully and wishing the vodka wasn’t burning so fiercely in her throat. ‘He needs time.’
‘Time? Time on his own? He’s had that. Noah’s like a fucking one-man crew!’
His anger jarred a fragment from her phone argument with her sister. Katie had been talking about the day their mother died, telling Mia how she’d called again and again to ask Mia to come to the house. Mia realized that it wasn’t just because Katie thought she should be there, but because Katie needed her.
Just as Jez needed Noah.
She reached out and placed her hand on his forearm. ‘I’m sorry, Jez. I’m so sorry,’ she told him – for her, and for Noah.
He glared at her hand and for a moment she wondered if he was going to push her away. Then suddenly he was leaning towards her, placing his hands on her waist, his lips pressing clumsily against hers. She baulked. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘What d’you think I’m fuckin’ doing?’ he said, his voice raised a notch.
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment and she turned from him.
There was a sharp pain in her wrist as Jez seized her and swung her round. She cried out, shocked by the sudden force. He pushed his face right up to hers. His eyes were narrowed and when he spoke his words were hard and sharp. ‘I’m not good enough – but Noah is? Is that it?’
‘This has nothing to do with Noah.’
‘Do you remember the first time we met?’
‘What?’
‘In Lancelin, Australia. You were with Noah.’
She forced herself to think back. He was talking about the day she and Finn stumbled across the beach party where she ran into Noah.
‘You were walking on the shore. It must have been real romantic – empty beach, moonlight, waves lapping at your feet, all that crap.’ He paused. ‘And then you saw me.’
She remembered. She’d thought it was odd the way he stood on the shoreline, staring at them.
He leant towards her. ‘You gave me this real fuckin’ haughty look, like I was a piece of shit interrupting your night. Do you remember what you thought?’ he asked, his face pressed so close to hers that she could feel his breath against her skin. ‘You thought, They’re brothers?’
She said nothing.
‘Didn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she answered, because it was true.
‘You judge me when you don’t know shit all about me!’ His anger seemed disproportionate, something unhinged about him. ‘And you don’t know shit all about Noah, either!’
‘Let go of me, Jez,’ she said firmly.
He glanced at her wrist as if he’d forgotten he was holding her by it. He released his grip and she stepped back, rubbing the spot. ‘You think he’s better than me, but I’m no fuckin’ deserter. I stuck by my family.’
Unexpectedly her eyes began to fill with tears. The rage, the bitterness in his voice: was this how Katie felt about her?
‘Mia?’
She looked up. Noah was walking towards them, his gaze fixed on her face. ‘What’s going on?’
She shook her head, stunned to see him.
‘What did you do?’ he asked Jez.
‘What have I done?’ Jez laughed. ‘How about what you’ve done? Where’ve you been all day, Noah? We thought you’d fucked off. Left. You even know what day it is?’
‘What do you think?’
They glared at each other. Jez said, ‘Why are you here?’
‘I decided not to leave.’
Mia stared at him, trying to read his expression in the moonlight.
‘That must be a first. ’Cause that’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? Leaving.’
‘Let’s not do this.’
‘Why? ’Cause you don’t want Mia to know what you’re really like?’ He turned to her. ‘He’s the reason my neck is fucked. Our old man might have thrown the punch, but it was because he was fuckin’ furious at Noah. We all were. He just walked out on us. Left. Went to Bali.’
Noah was standing very still, his arms stiff at his sides.
‘And while I was off the water for eighteen months, Noah was travelling and surfing and getting signed up by a big-ass sponsor and suddenly he was some fuckin’ hero.’ He snorted and shifted to face Noah. ‘Johnny had a map on his bedroom wall and he’d put a pin in it wherever you were touring. Stuck on every fuckin’ postcard you ever sent. You wouldn’t know – you never came home to see us. Pa tore the whole thing down. Three times. But Johnny would always smooth out the creases and tape it back up. He wanted to be just like you. But you know what? It was me who stayed when you left. Me who made sure I was the one Pa came across first when he rolled in drunk. Me who told Johnny he shouldn’t go out on the water that day we met you on the Gold Coast.’
‘I thought he could handle it. He said he wanted to do it,’ Noah said quietly.
‘He wanted to impress you. It was too big. He wasn’t ready.’ Jez’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. ‘You said you’d have his back out there, but you were into your own rides.’
‘I didn’t know he’d been smoking weed! That’s what you’d been teaching him while I’d been gone? If he hadn’t been high, maybe he’d have had his wits about him.’
Jez flew at Noah, launching his fist hard at his brother’s face. There was a loud smack and Noah staggered backwards, his hand clasped to his jaw.
‘It wasn’t the weed!’ Jez yelled. ‘It was nothing to do with me! It was you, Noah!’ He charged again with his head down.
She heard the forced exhale of air as Noah was shouldered in the chest, the dull thud of two bodies hitting the sand, the rip of a T-shirt, the blunted pounding of fists.
People from the fire began staggering over and a semicircle quickly formed around Noah and Jez, who were writhing on the ground in a tangle of limbs and fists. Their legs were thrashing, dragging their bodies across the sand like warriors in an awful dance.
Jez grabbed Noah by the neck of his T-shirt and hurled another punch. But Noah blocked it, catching Jez’s arm and yanking him off. Despite his injury, Noah was still stronger and managed to pin Jez down with one hand, restraining him.
Jez bucked and struggled beneath him like a crazed animal, his teeth flashing white. He managed to wrench a hand free and swing it at Noah’s upper back, precisely where the wound criss-crossed his skin.
Noah let out a guttural cry, arching backwards. Jez used the opportunity to slip from beneath him and stagger to his feet. He brushed himself off and as he passed Noah, who was still down on his knees, he bent to his ear and hissed, ‘He drowned because of you!’
In a sudden burst of movement, Noah lunged at Jez, pulling him to the ground in a great spray of sand. He brought his fist hammering down into Jez’s face. The crack was sickening. Jez’s cry was drowned out by the gasp of the crowd as Noah’s fist came down a second time.
Jez curled up on his side, a gurgle of blood seeping from his mouth. Noah raised his fist again.
‘Enough!’ someone shouted.
Mia could smell sweat, cigarettes, blood. Noah’s fist kept pounding down and she realized he wasn’t going to stop. Suddenly she was running forward, grabbing his raised arm and, with all her force, dragging him off.
She saw the whites of his eyes, brilliant against the dark fury on his face, before he pushed her aside, knocking her to
the ground.
She lay in the sand, winded.
Noah froze. Then he turned slowly, taking in the crowd of faces watching him. He dropped his gaze and disappeared up the beach.
She crawled over to Jez. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked as she grabbed her passport off the sand, where it had fallen in the scuffle.
She didn’t wait for his reply. People were already crowding in to check he was all right. She stood, dusted herself off, then walked away into the darkness.
31
KATIE
Bali, August
The taxi bounced along the pitted track, sending small stones flying. The driver knocked the car into a lower gear and the engine revved. Katie gripped the door handle, feeling each bump vibrate through her body.
There was a loud clunk as a rock hit the chassis. The driver cursed. ‘This is as far as I go.’
She paid him and stepped out. The night was warm, the air tasting faintly of earth.
‘I wait for you?’
‘No. Thank you.’
The driver shrugged and then reversed along the track, the beam of his headlights flashing up and down over the ruts like warning signals.
She took the map from her pocket and shone the torch on it to get her bearings. It wasn’t a long climb, but it would be made harder by the darkness. The cliff loomed above her and her heart thumped against her chest, but she would not give in to fear. At least, she reassured herself as she struck out, it was a clear night and the moon was bright.
She followed the track until it narrowed into a footpath that wove up the base of the cliff. The ground was dry but uneven, and loose stones made her stumble. Her leather sandals pinched the sides of her feet, and she wished the soles had more grip. The foliage was gradually thickening, closing out much of the moonlight. She hoped the torch battery would last.
As she ascended the air grew cooler. Somewhere to the west of her she could hear waves breaking, and she caught the scent of salt blowing in on the breeze. With a few more paces the path delivered her to a lookout point over the ocean. She paused there to catch her breath, laying a hand on the wooden railings. The moon hung over the dark water, laying a stark silver trail.
You always loved the ocean. You told me once that it occupies 70 per cent of the planet’s surface. You said you loved the way it constantly changes and shifts, one day mirror calm, the next a churning mess of swell. Perhaps that’s what scared me that day at Porthcray: I realized it couldn’t be contained. The sea is unpredictable, always moving, always changing – just like you.
Katie realized that she must be standing exactly where the witnesses had paused on the night of Mia’s death. She imagined the shells of Mia’s necklace jangling together as she ran up the cliff path. Why were you running? Were you scared that if you stopped, you’d change your mind? Glancing upwards, she could see part of the cliff top. This is what the witnesses must have seen. You, standing on the edge, about to make a decision that would change everything.
Katie’s limbs felt heavy with exhaustion but she forced herself to carry on, knowing she wasn’t there yet. The upper section of the cliff path was alive with the hum of insects. Bushes choked the way and she used her arms to push aside brittle branches. Moisture breathed from the tangled undergrowth, filling the air with an earth-rich scent.
She cried out as something sharp cut into her shin. Lowering the torch beam, she saw blood. Specks of dirt peppered the bright red cut that ran an inch below her knee. She’d caught it against the jagged edge of an unseen rock. Straightening, she swung the torch beam around her to check for other obstacles, but saw only darkness. She ran the beam westwards again from the path, seeing scrub, then rock, and then nothing – just a sheer drop. The climb was taking her only feet away from the cliff’s edge. A few more steps and she would have fallen.
She took a slow, deep breath, then concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other. Twice she slipped, and twice she recovered herself by digging her nails deep into the earth until she found purchase. Whenever her nerve began to waver, she reminded herself that Mia had climbed this path barefoot and torchless.
She was breathing hard and the terrain was steepening. She wrapped a hand around a branch to help pull herself up. Suddenly the wind became fierce and the ground levelled. She had reached the top.
She had imagined this place so many times that she felt as if the cliff had somehow been expecting her. Granite boulders punctuated a small grassy plateau, which fell away to the sea and rocks. Above, the stars were brilliant golden pinpricks blinking in the sky.
She experienced the odd sensation of not being alone. She spun round, air filling her dress, drawing a circle of light with the torch beam. ‘Mia?’
But only the wind, curling over the cliff face, answered her. She felt foolish. The cut on her shin throbbed, and a deep weariness spread through her body. It felt as if she’d been climbing this cliff for five lonely months, and now Mia’s past and Katie’s present seemed to converge, twisting round one another.
The truth of what happened to Mia was one she’d stitched together with the threads of information she’d chosen to use. The journal could never tell the full story. There were gaps, things Mia didn’t want to share, perhaps, or emotions she’d rather not admit to. Katie had patched those holes using strands of her imagination. But she realized that it wasn’t just Mia’s story she had created, it was her own, too.
They had both travelled the same route, trailing the coastlines of three continents in the search for answers about each other – and themselves. The separate threads that made up their lives – no matter how frayed, or faded, or worn – would always be woven together. That’s how it was with sisters. And that’s why her feet began to carry her closer to the cliff’s edge now.
She inched forward until she was standing only a foot from the drop. The breeze stirred her hair and she felt the roar of the waves in her chest.
Here I am, Mia, just like you. Five months too late. How did you feel standing here? Were you so lonely that it felt like a part of you had been carved hollow? Because that’s how I feel without you. I’d always thought that if you were in danger, I would know. I believed that some thread in our DNA would scream out so loudly, that I would hear it in my body. But I didn’t. The night you were here, I was at the office. I interviewed candidates, responded to emails and got up to date with my admin. I worked as you jumped.
She let the torch slip through her fingers, watching the light turning through the night. It plummeted downwards for several long seconds. And then went out.
She had reached the end of Mia’s journey.
And what about hers?
She felt her feet pressing down on the edge of the cliff and she closed her eyes.
*
‘Katie?’
The sound of her name cut across the darkness. Something within her tightened as the wind blew cool against her face.
‘Katie?’
She couldn’t place the voice; it was male and her name sounded deep and fluid on his lips. Very slowly she turned, stepping back.
A man was standing in front of a granite boulder 15 feet from her. In the moonlight the solid shape of his frame was dark against the rock. She regretted the loss of the torch, wanting to trail light across this stranger’s face and find something readable in his expression.
‘You’re Katie, aren’t you?’
He spoke with an accent. Australian, she realized. ‘Noah?’
‘Yes.’
She blinked. Shook her head.
He pushed away from the rock. Stones crunched beneath his feet as he took several paces forward. When they were standing side by side she could see that shadows ringed his eyes and there was a hollowness to his cheeks. His gaze settled on her. ‘I thought you would come here eventually.’
‘Why?’
‘She was your sister.’
Above them the sky glistened with stars, the only witnesses to their conversation. She studied him, trying to match him to Mia’s
description. In her journal she’d described him as beautiful – an unusual adjective for a man – but she understood it now, because there was a lonely beauty in his face. Moonlight bleached his features of warmth and she reminded herself, You do not know this man.
‘Did you follow me?’ she asked.
‘No.’
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I come here, sometimes, to think.’
She recalled entries about the long hours Noah spent on the cliff, watching waves roll in. ‘I’ve been reading about you. Mia kept a travel journal.’
‘Yes, I know.’
‘You were the reason she came to Bali,’ she said coolly, unable to keep the bitterness from her tone.
His head lowered a fraction. ‘Yes.’
‘She loved you. But you hurt her.’
He shifted and she thought of how close they both stood to the edge. The wind coiled up from the cliff, pinning the bottom of her dress against her thighs.
Katie said, ‘Mia must have stood here.’ She stared straight ahead and felt the emptiness stretching in front of her. She remembered skydiving, the terrifying feeling of just leaning forward and there being nothing but air to fall through. ‘She must have been so scared.’
She thought about their last conversation. Sometimes it felt as though each word weighed so heavily on her that they had become the paving stones that built Mia’s path here. ‘I hate knowing she was alone.’
His voice was low: ‘She wasn’t.’
Every inch of her skin cooled.
‘I was here.’
Deep in her chest, her heart began to pound. ‘What?’
His gaze locked on the black horizon. ‘There are some things about Mia’s death I need to tell you.’ He took a step towards her and she felt a surge of adrenalin fire through her body. ‘It’s important that you know how sorry I am.’
‘For what?’ she asked, feeling the ground beginning to tilt.
32
MIA
Bali, March
Mia moved unsteadily along the shoreline, the vodka still whirling in her system. She wished she’d brought the bottle so she could finish it, drink until she blanked out. A deep sadness that had been hovering close by for weeks settled in her chest.
