Libby and I hadn’t spoken since our unpleasant exchange that morning, and to find her at home made me suspicious, and a little nervous. ‘Oh, this is a surprise. Did we have plans for tonight? I was going to go to the gym, but pizza and a movie is a much better option if that’s what you had in mind.’ I hung my coat on the hallstand and walked through to the kitchen. Neither had said anything yet. I put the kettle on and went back into the lounge room. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, looking at Denise and then Libby. They were propped up on two dining chairs like they were about to interview me. ‘Did someone die? Someone’s dead, aren’t they?’ I put my hand over my mouth as my stomach started to churn. ‘Is it Mum?’ ‘Your mum’s fine, Lauren,’ Libby said. ‘Oh god, it’s Dad?’ I sat down. ‘Your dad’s fine, too,’ Denise said. ‘It’s Adam, isn’t it, what’s happened? I knew it. I could feel today that something was wrong. He didn’t log in to MySpace, his song hadn’t been changed.
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