It was impossible to believe that the uncomplicated world beyond that pane of glass, with everyone going about their daily lives, actually existed. Everything was so normal. Everybody looked so happy. ‘There’s no point you hanging around at home. There’s nothing you can do. It will just make things worse. Dad’s OK, he’s stable, all we can do now is wait…’ That’s what the young doctor with the stethoscope slung round his neck had said, standing by her father’s bed, his arms neatly folded, in the intensive care unit. But there had been no smile on his face, nothing, not even a glimmer. ‘You’ll be better off here, at your school, with your friends.’ Sam unclicked her seatbelt. ‘Keeping busy.’ Perhaps her mother was right. What would she do if she went back home? Go upstairs to her room, lie down on the bed, listen to her father’s voicemail, cry herself to sleep, slip into another world, see and hear things that didn’t exist, wake up, go downstairs to the kitchen and crack open and gulp down another bottle of wine?
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