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maternal instinct. She’s wearing the sort of beige T-shirt you’d find in a charity shop and a pair of jeans with little flowers embroidered at the pockets. Her shiny black hair is pulled back in a neat plait.

She saw me trip on the motorway verge. I admit, it looked bad. I tumbled down towards the hard shoulder and fell on the tarmac, hands outstretched. But I was still miles from the cars, and the hard shoulder was all fenced off because of the roadworks. And yes, I tore the skin of my knees and got blood on my dungarees, and my wrist hurts like hell when I try to clench my fist or move my hand, but I’m fine.

‘Please, Felicity,’ I say. ‘It’s a mild sprain, I don’t need an X-ray, I don’t need to be here. I’m wasting everybody’s time.’

Felicity pats my knee. ‘Shush, love,’ is all she says, craning her neck to follow the path of a passing nurse. ‘Isn’t it a long wait! Shocking! You’d think they’d keep things moving faster, wouldn’t you?’

I bite my lip and hope no NHS staff are within hearing. I check my phone again: no notifications. Surely they’d message if they’d found Deb, which means she’s still roaming around the fields of Lancashire trying to get back to us. Or hitchhiking to Scotland on her own. Or getting murdered by a trucker.

‘Addie?’

My heart leaps. Dylan trips his way through the bags and kids and people between us and then he’s crouching down in front of me, touching my shoulder, eyes searching my face.

‘You’re OK?’

‘I’m absolutely fine,’ I say. ‘A bit of a sprained wrist, that’s all. Will you please tell Felicity to let me go now? She won’t listen to me.’

‘Dylan,’ he says, stretching a hand out to shake Felicity’s. ‘Thank you so much for looking after Addie.’

‘You’re very welcome,’ Felicity says, smiling. ‘She’s a sweet little thing.’

I catch Dylan’s lip quirk.

‘A common misconception,’ I say, and the quirk grows into a quick smile.

I notice Marcus then. He’s hanging back, hands in pockets, watching us from near the door. For a split second before he clocks I’ve seen him, his expression is strange. Like he’s trying to work out the answer to a puzzle. He meets my eyes and his face softens into something that might actually be concern.

‘You OK?’ he mouths.

I blink, surprised, and give a little nod. He smiles slightly and turns away towards the exit.

‘Are you sure you don’t just want someone to check you out?’ Dylan says, brow furrowing again as he takes in the bloodstains on the knees of my dungarees.

‘I’m sure. I want to go.’

Dylan shrugs helplessly at Felicity. ‘Sounds like we’re off, Felicity. Thank you again.’

Felicity clucks her tongue against her teeth. ‘Come, now! She needs to see a doctor!’

Dylan smiles. ‘If you can’t persuade her of that, Felicity, I don’t think I’ve much chance. When Addie makes her mind up . . . that’s that. She doesn’t change it.’

I pick at the dried blood on my dungarees and wonder what Dylan would think if he saw all the emails to him in my drafts folder. The countless times I almost changed my mind. But that’s the thing about almost: you can be ninety-nine per cent there, you can be an inch away from doing it, but if you stop yourself from stepping over that line, nobody will ever know how close you were.

It turns out that asking to be discharged is the quickest way to get a doctor over in A&E. The exhausted young woman gets me to sign that I take full responsibility if I keel over now as a result of discharging myself. She even manages a quick smile before she dashes off again.

The sun is still blazing even now, so bright I have to scrunch up my eyes. It makes it harder to read Marcus’s expression as we approach him at the car. By the time we’re close enough, his face is blank.

‘All right?’ he asks me, as if he’d never come in to check on me.

‘Yes, fine, thanks.’

Dylan opens the car door for me and I move to climb into the back seat, careful not to jar my wrist.

‘Hang on,’ I say, pausing, ‘I should drive. You’re not insured.’

‘It’s fine,’ Dylan says. ‘I can just . . .’

But I’m climbing out again. Marcus is already in the front passenger seat. I glance sidelong at him as I settle behind the wheel. He’s slumped down in the seat like a bored kid, but when I wince as I try to let off the handbrake he flinches and his hand is over mine in half a second.

‘Let me,’ he says.

Behind me I hear Dylan shift in his seat.

‘Thanks,’ I say to Marcus, pulling my injured hand back into my lap.

Driving with a sprained wrist proves to be . . . challenging. Tears stand out in my eyes as I change gear. Marcus doesn’t flinch again, just stares out the window.

‘Is that my phone?’ I say suddenly.

We’re speeding down the motorway now. I wince as I feel around behind me on the seat with my good hand, holding the steering wheel carefully with the other. My phone is in the back pocket of my dungarees.

‘Do you . . .’ Marcus begins, seeing the problem, reaching to help me as I try to tug the phone out.

‘I’ve got it,’ Dylan says, leaning forward between the seats. His hand settles over mine and I goosebump. The hairs stand up on my neck as he slides my phone from my back pocket.

‘Hello?’

I wait, tensed.

‘Deb’s fine,’ Dylan says to me, and I flop back in my seat.

‘Thank God,’ I mutter.

Dylan rings off. ‘Unbelievably, Rodney found her,’ he says.

‘Where was she?’

‘Guess,’ Dylan says.

‘Umm . . . at the Budget Travel already?’

‘No.’

‘Walking up the motorway?’

‘Nope.’

‘Hitchhiking?’

‘Incorrect again. You’re underestimating your sister’s knack for seeking out the absurd.’

‘I give up,’ I say. ‘Where was she?’

‘She was having a pint with Kevin the lorry driver.’

Kevin had written his number on the back of her hand, apparently. In

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