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Anne-Marie!’ I repeated more urgently. But she ignored me and carried on standing there like some suicidal idiot.
    Sadie sprang to her feet to stand right in front of us. She seemed taller and more menacing all of a sudden. ‘I said, what do you mean? ’
    ‘Oh, well, if the rumours are true …’ Anne-Mariemumbled in a half-teasing, half-thinking-better-of-it sort of voice.
    ‘Rumours? What rumours?’
    ‘About your dad! I mean, is it true –’
    But before she could continue, Sadie’s eyes flashed and she lunged forward as if she was about to hit Anne-Marie.
    ‘ SADIE !’ a voice shouted from across the playground, and thankfully she turned for a second, giving Anne-Marie the chance to duck away.
    The yell had come from our headmaster, who was now heading towards us looking grim as he waved Sadie over to speak to him.
    ‘You shut up about my dad!’ Sadie hissed at Anne-Marie. Her body was shaking and her face had turned bright red. ‘And as for you …’ She shot us both a look of utter hatred before turning on her heels and storming off towards Mr Jamieson.
    As we waited nervously to see if we would be summoned as well, Anne-Marie whispered, ‘So do you think her dad really is a hitman?’
    ‘Don’t be daft!’
    ‘If he isn’t, why did she freak out like that?’
    I frowned. It was true that Sadie had reacted like she had something to hide.

Chapter Four
    Anyway, here I was arriving home on Friday afternoon (after Josh and I had seen Sadie go off in that car) to find Mum unpacking shopping bags in the kitchen.
    It felt weird to not have Amy hurling herself at me the second I walked through the door. Amy had been really quiet and withdrawn when she’d first come to live with us, but that had gradually changed and she’d turned into quite an energetic chatterbox by the end.
    ‘So how did it go with Amy this morning?’ I asked, carefully watching Mum’s face.
    ‘It was OK ,’ Mum assured me. ‘No tears. They brought the puppy with them. She was so excited to see it again, bless her!’
    Mum had the radio blaring out in the kitchen. The first few days after a foster-kid leaves us the house alwaysfeels way too quiet, and I know that’s one of the most difficult parts for Mum.
    I eyed the shopping bag nearest to me, seeing major evidence of comfort food. There were chocolate brownies, doughnuts, and was that a giant Toblerone? Mum had to be feeling bad because she was meant to be on a diet.
    ‘Did they say if they’d decided about letting us keep in touch?’ I asked.
    ‘No, but our visit is all set up for two weeks tomorrow. They’ve invited us to their house for lunch.’
    ‘Right.’ I tried not to sound churlish as I asked, ‘So did she really not cry at all when they took her?’
    Mum put her arm around me. ‘No, darling. But she did cry a little after you left for school. I had to remind her that she’d see you again in two weeks and that you’d want to hear all about what she’d been doing …’
    I swallowed over the lump in my throat. I knew it was much better for Amy to be adopted instead of staying in foster care. Plus we’d done plenty of preparation work, including meeting her new parents and sister, who were really lovely. I knew Amy had a sweet little bedroom in her new house, all decorated and waiting for her, and a big garden to play in.
    The trouble was I still found it hard to imagine life in our house without her.
    ‘So how was school today?’ Mum asked, not fooling me for a moment with her bright voice.
    ‘Same as usual,’ I told her as I helped myself to a brownie. ‘Except for science … something went wrong with Mr Gillespie’s experiment and all this green liquid bubbled up and spilt over on to the workbench. It was so Harry Potter!’
    Mum smiled at that. ‘Sounds it. Listen, your father phoned this morning. He asked if he could pick you up on his way home this evening instead of tomorrow because his car has to go to the garage tonight. I asked him to bring