She was clearly dreading telling Gary later. I tiptoed around her all day, glad of the distraction of work. I pushed my problems to the back of my mind and focused on doing a good job. When it was time to go home, I went over and hugged her. ‘Good luck tonight,’ I whispered in her ear. Babs shrugged me off. ‘I don’t need luck.’ I took her by the shoulders and forced her to look at me. ‘Babs, he might not take it well. If he doesn’t, call me. OK? I’m here for you. We can sort this out with or without Gary.’ My delusional little sister took a step back from me. ‘For the millionth time, Emma, it’s all going to be fine. He adores me.’ As she turned to pick up her coat, I saw that her hands were shaking. I was walking towards Manor House tube station, feeling worn out from the whole sorry day, when I heard someone calling my name. I spun around and saw, with surprise, Henry pushing his way through the rush-hour crowds, waving at me. I realized I was trembling. The strange voice had frightened me.
