She took out his keys and waved them at him. ‘Then why do I have these? And why do you have the keys to my house?’
‘Because that’s what you wanted. It was your idea. And I did tell you, call first.’ He looked at his watch. ‘You should go.’
‘Go? What do you mean, go?’
Eddie gestured at the door. ‘Just go home, Carolyn. We can talk about this tomorrow.’
‘What? You want me to leave? Really?’
‘I think that’s best.’
Carolyn took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising sense of panic that was threatening to overwhelm her. ‘Eddie, look, we can sort this out.’ She nodded at the bathroom door. ‘Tell her to go.’ She forced a smile and pointed at the unbroken bottle of champagne. ‘The bubbly’s still okay. We can drink it together.’
Eddie shook his head. ‘You’re the one who needs to go.’
Tears began to run down her face again. ‘Eddie, please…’ She sniffed and wiped her nose with her hand. ‘I just need to talk to you. I don’t want to be on my own, not tonight.’
He shook his head again. ‘You need to go, Carolyn.’
‘I love you, Eddie,’ she said. ‘Please, don’t throw me out.’
‘You shouldn’t have come in the first place,’ he said. He took a step towards the door. ‘Don’t make a scene, honey. Please.’ He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to steer her through the door. She threw her arms around him and hugged him, pressing her cheek against his chest. ‘Please, Eddie. Let me stay.’
‘Carolyn, no.’
‘I’ll do anything, Eddie. Anything you want. Don’t send me away.’
Eddie untangled her arms and held her by the wrists. ‘You can’t stay, Carolyn. I’m sorry.’
Tears were running down her face and she sniffed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t phone. I’m sorry I broke your mirror. I’m sorry about everything.’
‘I know,’ he said. He pulled her into the hallway. ‘But you have to go.’
Carolyn caught sight of her reflection in a mirror by his coat rack. Her face was red and blotchy and she’d smeared her lipstick. She looked away, embarrassed.
‘Come on Carolyn. Don’t make this worse than it is.’ Eddie released his grip on her left wrist and opened the front door.
‘Eddie, don’t do this,’ Carolyn sobbed. ‘I need you.’
‘You don’t need anybody,’ said Eddie. ‘That’s your problem.’ He pushed her out of the door. She stood outside, her hands over her face, sobbing as he closed the door.
Still crying, Carolyn reached out to ring the doorbell, but then stopped. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. ‘You bastard,’ she muttered. She was suddenly ashamed of the way she’d behaved. At least a dozen things she should have said flashed through her mind but she knew it was too late — there was nothing she could think of that was going to change anything. She turned and walked downstairs and let herself out of the building. As she crossed the road, she took out Eddie’s keys and used the Yale key to scratch the full length of the driver’s side of his BMW, sneering as the key scarred the immaculate paintwork. She started to drop the keys down a nearby grid but began to cry as she realised she couldn’t bring herself to throw them away. A black cab was driving towards her with its light on and she flagged it down. The driver wound down the window and she managed to blurt out ‘Notting Hill Gate’ before she climbed in the back and burst into tears.
CHAPTER 5
Carolyn’s alarm woke her at just after five. It was still dark outside. She rolled over, switched on her bedside light and picked up her mobile phone. She looked hopefully at the screen, wondering if Eddie had called or sent a text, but he hadn’t. She smoked a cigarette before rolling out of bed and padding over to her bathroom. She showered, toweled herself dry and pulled on a pale blue Chanel dress. She sat down at her dressing table and applied mascara, blusher and lipstick. It would all have to be redone when she got to the studio but there were always paparazzi around and the last thing she wanted was a picture of her disheveled and without make-up appearing in the Daily Mail along with snide comments about her looking her age. She tilted up her chin and ran her fingers along the skin there, then turned her head slowly from side to side. ‘You look good for forty-four,’ she said. She moved her face closer to the mirror and scrutinised the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. ‘Your eyes might need some work, though.’ She forced a frown and examined her forehead. There were a few lines there, but not enough to warrant another course of Botox.
Her phone rang and she flinched, then hurried over to the bedside table, hoping the call was from Eddie. Her heart sank when she saw it was Billy. ‘Miss Castle, just wanted to check where I was to collect you,’ he said.
‘I’m at home, Billy.’
‘I’ll be there at six on the dot,’ he said.
‘Thanks, Billy,’ she said. She ended the call and then scrolled through for Eddie’s mobile. She pressed the green button but the call went straight through to his voicemail. Eddie had switched his phone off.
She went downstairs and made a coffee and a slice of toast and smoked another cigarette. She stared at her mobile phone as she ate, willing it to ring. She just wanted to hear Eddie’s voice. She wanted him to say that everything was all right, that he still loved her and wanted her, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she blinked them away. She shook her head, hating herself for being so weak. In the studio she could fake any emotion, and could cry on command, but in the real world she could do nothing to quell the feeling of panic and loss that she felt.
She paced around the central isle in her kitchen, trying to get into character and running through her lines. She was still pacing when her phone beeped to let her know she had a text message. It was Billy, letting her know he was outside.
She grabbed her coat and bag, set the burglar alarm, and hurried out to the waiting Mercedes.
Billy could sense she had something on her mind so he drove to the South London studio in silence. The security guard waved them through and Billy parked in front of the main studio building. ‘What about this evening, Miss Castle?’ he asked.
‘This evening?’
‘It’s the Soap Digest awards, Miss Castle.’
Carolyn groaned. She’d totally forgotten the event. It was in a hotel in Surrey and she had to go because they were giving her a lifetime achievement award. Eddie was supposed to be going with her.
‘What time shall I collect you?’
‘You know what, Billy, I’ll go with one of the team. There’s no point in taking up all your evening.’
‘Happy to do it, Miss Castle.’
‘Bless, but all the producers are going and half the cast will be there. I’ll tag along with them.’ She couldn’t bring herself to tell Billy that the last thing she wanted was to explain to any paparazzi why she was on her own. ‘You can disappear for the day.’
‘I’ll go back and give the missus a surprise,’ said Billy.
‘Yeah, well be careful with that,’ Carolyn said, opening the door. She climbed out and walked into the reception area.
A uniformed security guard raised a cup of coffee in salute. ‘Good morning, Miss Castle.’
‘Good morning, Charlie. How’s the wife?’
‘Not happy at me doing nights,’ he said.
‘What time are you off?’
He looked over at a digital clock on the wall. ‘Another two hours.’
‘At least you get to spend the day with her,’ said Carolyn.
Charlie laughed. ‘She’s on days this week,’ he said. ‘It’ll probably be next week before I get to see her.’
Carolyn smiled sympathetically, then pushed her way through the double doors to the production offices. Jake Harrington was already at his desk, going through the day’s shoot with his cameraman, Frank McWilliams. Frank had a thick black beard that merged seamlessly into a mop of unruly hair. He grinned at Carolyn. ‘The early bird, huh?’
‘Please tell me the camera’s working today,’ she said.