Then in slow motion, she showered, helped Nathan to dress, and took him to school. When she returned home she reached up into the top of the wardrobe, pulled down two suitcases, and began to fill them with clothes. She didn’t stop until she’d finished packing. Around morning break, she telephoned Fran at work. Luckily her sister answered her mobile. “I’ll keep it brief—” she was conscious Fran would be busy “—but I need to get away. Something’s happened with Jamie, and I was wondering if Nathan and I could come and stay.” “Of course,” Fran said at once. “What’s up?” “I’ll explain when I see you.” Then, considerate of Fran and not wishing to impose, she added, “I just need to get out of here—have a think. We won’t stay long.” “Sounds serious.” If this isn’t serious I don’t know what is, thought Maggie. Yet she didn’t want to create a drama over the phone. “It is,” she choked, her voice breaking. “Do you need us to come and pick you up?”
