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like this. All of a sudden police sirens rang out. He let go of me in shock.
    I slid down next to Lilly . 'I'm so sorry,' I sobbed. In the background I was vaguely aware of the cuffs on my father. 'You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say....'
    'I'm sorry Lilly,' I cried over her body.
    I woke up shivering. I glanced at the alarm on the bedside. It was close to twelve in the midnight. I crept past Rene's room as I didn't want to wake her up. I went into the kitchen and poured water into the glass from the tap. I was still reeling from the same dream that had been plaguing me since the arrest of Walter Lowell. I drank and soothed my parched throat. I lift a shaky hand to my temples. I was drenched in sweat. I went into the bathroom, which was in between mine and Rene's room. I looked at myself in the mirror, which I seemed to do a lot these days. My eyes were still sunken and the dark circles under it appeared to be getting worse. I washed my face with cold water and brushed my teeth. I turned off the bathroom lights and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Rene sitting on the ground. I clutched my chest. 'You scared me!' I said in a gasp.
    'Sorry,' Rene replied . She stood up crossed one leg over the other. 'I need to pee.'
    She playfully pus hed me aside and made a mad dash for the toilet.
    I returned to my bedroom and burrowed under the covers. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or not, but it seemed colder than usual.
     

Chapter Four
    The next day I stood by myself at the bus shelter. My bus came after half an hour and by which time, several other people were also waiting with me. I showed the driver my ticket and sat in front of an elderly woman, and a girl I presumed to be her grandchild. The toddler pulled on my hair from behind. I had messily done it into one long braid and worn a hat on top to cover the lazy style. I turned around and smiled at the toddler. The elderly woman glared at me, which I thought was unnecessary. I hadn't been rude to the child. I turned back the front and felt another tug.
    I dreaded visiting my mother. She lived in a small, quiet suburb. When we first moved in, a few of the husbands helped us unload all of our things, with their wives looking on in jealousy. She had blatantly flirted with them, and in front of me, too. After that, the wives had firmly kept their husbands away from us, and we were put on some blacklist and nobody was to interact with us.
    The forty five minute journey to my mother's house was lonely. Most people had gotten off and it was just me and the driver. At last , it was my turn. I looked at the grey clouds as I walked up Seven Ways Avenue. From the corner of my eye, I saw curtains twitching. Our house was the last one, which meant every person got a good view of me. I hurried my step. The car in the driveway was a surprise as my mother didn't drive.
    I shivered as I stood on the front doorstep. I rang the bell twice before my mother’s current boyfriend, and soon to be husband answered. I had never met the bloke before. He had the whole salt and pepper thing going on, and he was quite handsome for an older man, but more important than that, he looked like a successful businessman: just her type.
    ‘Hello, you must be Amanda,’ he said. ‘I’m Gary. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.’
    I walked past him without a word. I looked at my mother entertaining her boyfriend’s children and thought, what a joke . She’d never been a mother to me, not even when I needed her the most, and here she was, playing at the role like it was the most natural thing in the world. I thought about what Mr Sachsen said, about the world being a stage, a quote by Shakespeare that strangely rang true in my family.
    ‘Sit down, Amanda,’ my mother said with a false smile.
    I sat down at the dinner table with Gary’s children, a young girl and a boy. The girl’s name I soon found out was Becky and the boy was called Tom. They were three years