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RACHEL
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SUNDAY, AUGUST 18, 2013
AFTERNOON
Anna turns on her heel and runs into the house the second she sees him.
My heart hammering against my ribs, I follow cautiously, stopping just
short of the sliding doors. Inside, they are embracing, his arms
enveloping her, the child between them. Anna’s head is bent, her
shoulders shaking. His mouth is pressed to the top of her scalp, but his
eyes are on me.
“What’s going on here, then?” he asks, the trace of a smile on his lips.
“I have to say that finding you two ladies gossiping in the garden when I
got home was not what I expected.”
His tone is light, but he’s not fooling me. He’s not fooling me
anymore. I open my mouth to speak, but I find that I don’t have the
words. I have nowhere to start.
“Rachel? Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He relinquishes
Anna from his grasp and takes a step towards me. I take a step back, and
he starts to laugh.
“What on earth’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?” he asks, but I can
see in his eyes that he knows I’m sober and I’m betting that for once he
wishes I wasn’t. I slip my hand into the back pocket of my jeans—my
phone is there, hard and compact and comforting, only I wish I’d had the
sense to make the call already. No matter whether they believed me or
not, if I’d told them I was with Anna and her child, the police would
have come.
Tom is now just a couple of feet away from me—he’s just inside the
door and I’m just outside it.
“I saw you,” I say at last, and I feel euphoria, fleeting but
unmistakable, when I say the words out loud. “You think I don’t