She typed: Patrick Melrose.

She poured herself a glass of water, sat by the window, and waited for the morning to arrive like a line from a book she had not yet written.

A 2014 Guardian piece: “The Real Patrick Melrose: Edward St. Aubyn on Fiction and Forgiveness.” Another from 2018: “Why Patrick Melrose Is the Antihero We Needed.” But one headline made her stop.

Stills from the show. Book covers. A black-and-white photo of St. Aubyn looking pained at a literary party. Then, on page four, a user-uploaded image with no metadata: a blurry shot of a man’s back, walking away from a phone box in what looked like South Kensington. The caption read: “Patrick, October 2019, just after the call with his mother’s solicitor.”

Then the video ended.

End.