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ANNA
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SATURDAY, AUGUST 3, 2013
EVENING
Tom is meeting some of his army buddies for a drink and Evie’s down
for her nap. I’m sitting in the kitchen, doors and windows closed despite
the heat. The rain of the past week has stopped at last; now it’s stiflingly
close.
I’m bored. I can’t think of anything to do. I fancy going shopping,
spending a bit of money on myself, but it’s hopeless with Evie. She gets
irritable and I get stressed. So I’m just hanging round the house. I can’t
watch television or look at a newspaper. I don’t want to read about it, I
don’t want to see Megan’s face, I don’t want to think about it.
How can I not think about it when we’re here, just four doors away?
I rang around to see if anyone was up for a playdate, but everyone’s
got plans. I even called my sister, but of course you’ve got to book her at
least a week in advance. In any case, she said she was too hungover to
spend time with Evie. I felt a horrible pang of envy then, a longing for
Saturdays spent lying on the sofa with the newspapers and a hazy
memory of leaving the club the night before.
Stupid, really, because what I’ve got now is a million times better, and
I made sacrifices to secure it. Now I just need to protect it. So here I sit
in my sweltering house, trying not to think about Megan. I try not to
think about her and I jump every time I hear a noise, I flinch when a
shadow passes the window. It’s intolerable.
What I can’t stop thinking about is the fact that Rachel was here the
night Megan went missing, stumbling around, totally pissed, and then
she just disappeared. Tom looked for her for ages, but he couldn’t find
her. I can’t stop wondering what she was doing.
There is no connection between Rachel and Megan Hipwell. I spoke
to the police officer, Detective Riley, about it after we saw Rachel at the