In the space of a second or two, Vicky accepted that fate had just been playing games with her ever since she had accepted the job, waiting for this very moment to evolve so that she could have the last laugh. She watched the scenario unfolding in front of her and realised that there was nothing more that she could do. Chloe, who had barely noticed the presence of another adult in the room, now became aware of Max standing to one side, stepping out of the shadows, and her eyes opened wide in shock and puzzlement. ‘Shaun?’ she whispered uncertainly. She scuttled over to Vicky, her eyes fixed on Max, and clutched the proffered hand. Vicky reached down and swept her daughter into her arms, wrapping her protectively into her, with one hand cupping the back of Chloe’s dark head. She knew that her hands were trembling. ‘Mummy, what’s Shaun doing here?’ ‘It’s not Shaun,’ Vicky whispered, aware that Max’s eyes were boring into her, demanding answers. ‘How about that milk shake?’ ‘She called me Shaun.’ Max regained his power of speech, but before he could launch into a series of questions Vicky looked at him sharply and held up one finger for him to keep quiet, then she walked away towards the kitchen, still hanging on to Chloe, although she was now aware that her daughter’s head had popped up and was doubtless surveying the unnerving vision in front of her with childish curiosity and apprehension.
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