It felt weirdly intimate to hear her voice coming out of my phone, even if she did sound pissed off. Given what had happened, I guessed she had every right to be. How had I got everything so wrong? I’d thought things would be easier with me gone. But then, I’d only really been thinking about me, hadn’t I? Not other people. I’d never imagined they’d start on Imogen. Why on earth had she even been targeted? There was one thing I was sure of. There was no way I could leave Imogen on her own to deal with trouble that was meant for me. I couldn’t ignore the fact that what she was going through was my fault. I dialled her number. She picked up instantly. ‘About time.’ I could hear chatter in the background, the high-pitched scream of a child, a whirring. ‘Where are you?’ ‘You’re the one who should be answering that question, Sam.’ Her voice sounded cold.
