Chapter 16
‘Hi,’ she said, putting out a hand to the care assistant who was unlocking the back of the ambulance.
‘Belinda Wills. Nice to meet you. Did you have a good journey down?’ I wish it was you, she thought, looking at the pimple-faced boy, I wish it was you.
I wish that all I had to do was shake your hand and welcome you into my home and make you chicken.
That would be so easy. So easy compared to what I have to do now.
She peered into the ambulance over the care assistant’s shoulder, and there he was. He caught her eye and looked away again.
‘Zander!’ she said, trying to inject her nerve-wracked voice with enthusiasm and lightness. ‘At long last. Welcome.’
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