Fiona closed her eyes, Carl under one arm and Debbie under the other. Carl was silent, staring off into nothing, and Debbie was crying. Fiona wanted to cry too, but she couldn’t, not right now. Jimmy sat up behind them, watching silently.

Watching Monica do that to herself was traumatising for all of them, and Fiona wanted to be there for all the kids now more than ever, even if Lip wasn’t here.