My eyes darted nervously from member to member, their gazes fixed on me and waiting for answers. Most of them had been around when it happened, yet I hadn’t experienced any hostility from them. Bloody Diane was the only one still bearing a grudge. Apart from Maggie Cunningham. I was faced with a fight-or-flight situation. I chose the latter and clambered out of my chair, heading for the door. Once I was out on the street, I broke into a sprint and ran down the hill for home as fast as I could. ‘Lucy! Lucy, wait!’ I ignored the familiar voice behind me and kept running. I needed to get as far away from the Vicky thing as possible. I wanted to run and run and run until there was nothing left. I knew I couldn’t outrun my guilt, but surely being anywhere but here would ease the pain I still felt every day. When I tried to quicken my pace, my right ankle gave way and I landed on the cobbles in an ungraceful heap. ‘Are you OK?’ I heard Jake’s gentle voice above me and looked up to see him standing there, offering an arm for me to take.
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