Sunny Weather

‘Nothing.’ Kieran put his head on the steering wheel. ‘I guess it just finally hit me. That she’s really dead.’ I chuckled. ‘So you are having a delayed reaction. Just like me.’ ‘I guess part of me already knew that. But a small part was still in shock.’ ‘I get that. That’s exactly how I feel.’ I added after a pause, ‘Maybe we should revisit the idea of getting a copy of the death certificate. We’ll lock it in the safe so Ken won’t see it.’ Kieran smiled. ‘I’ll give Captain Rowe a call.’ He started the engine. ‘Of all the ways I imagined her death, I never thought I’d be the one to shoot her.’ ‘I think it’s fitting,’ I said. ‘Poetic justice.’ Kieran’s eyes were red-rimmed during the drive home. I understood how he felt. The pain and nightmares and sorrows brought by that woman finally came to an end. Kieran and I were still young. We’d have the rest of our lives to heal, and to forget. I texted Conor and Eimile, passing on the good news. Conor just replied with one word—‘Good.’ Eimile