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to save money by walking the streets to keep warm. She pushed the stroller from shop to shop, where she would wander round with no intention of buying until a security guard started to follow her, or the fourth, fifth, sixth stiff inquiry from a shop assistant, “Can I help you with anything?” embarrassed her into leaving. Then she would walk to the library, her favorite place! Free books, comfortable chairs, warm air, but crying babies were not welcome in libraries for sustained periods of time. Her feet often felt like blocks of ice. She was sometimes so desperate to warm up that she’d stand in the public toilets at the Civic Centre, where she’d learned to ignore the smell. A flat as cold as theirs had been was not a home.

But this year there was Christmas magic! Benke was right! Now the boiler was mended, the air was warm, the water was hot. This winter, since the heating had been fixed, they stayed at home more. Today they had not had to venture out at all. Better to stay snug and safe than walk the streets. The man who fixed the boiler had been very young, not much more than a boy, really. No overalls, no badge. He had drunk the tea she offered, eaten three biscuits off the plate. She had only put three biscuits on the plate, so she and Benke went without. The boy talked a lot. She didn’t understand everything he said. Maybe he said he was still in college. Still training. Maybe he said something about cash in hand. Beer money. He did jobs for Mr. Pearson often. “Anything really, I can turn my hand to anything,” he said confidently. Reveka had no idea who Mr. Pearson was. She didn’t care. Her flat was warm.

The glitter had loosened from Benke’s hands and floated on the bathwater. Reveka yawned and Benke caught it, opening his mouth wide, flashing his tiny, pearly baby teeth. The bath seemed to have calmed him. She hauled him out, wrapped him in a towel. Her head hurt. Benke was pulling at his ear, something he did when he was in pain. Maybe a toothache. She hoped they hadn’t caught a cold or flu. No one wanted to be sick at Christmas.

She dressed her boy in soft cotton pajamas, and he was almost asleep before his head touched the pillow. She leaned over the cot to kiss him good-night. He really ought to be in a bed. They might find one in a charity shop after Christmas. As she straightened up, the room slipped. She felt dizzy, a little nauseous. She had so much to do. Besides wrapping the gifts, she wanted to finish the ironing, make a dish for Toma’s return. It was important he came home to something good. He worked so hard. Double shifts at that factory were gruelling. Noisy, demanding, he was on his feet all day. He never complained.

She went into the kitchen, picked up a knife. Onions, potatoes, carrots, they all needed chopping. But the pain in her head was so fierce now. Maybe she should sit down. Or even lie down. Just for a few minutes. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep. Reveka dropped the knife, which narrowly missed her foot. She looked at it, lying on the floor, and was surprised. What was wrong with her? Why was the room swimming? Reveka collapsed onto her hands and knees. What was wrong? Something was very wrong. She started to crawl to her son’s room. Fear shot through her body. She needed to see him. She was sick. Was he sick, too? She placed one hand in front of the other, dragged her knees and legs along behind her. She just wanted to sleep. Lie down on the kitchen lino, but more she wanted to check on her baby son. She dragged her body into his room, lit by the cheerful golden glow of the tractor lamp. There he was. Sound asleep. So still. Perfectly still. She had thought he might be dreaming. Dreaming about stars and gifts and Christmas treats, but when he dreamed his eyes usually flickered. Tonight, he was stone.

Reveka stretched to put her hand through the bars of the cot. Exhausted, she knew she couldn’t make it into her own bed, didn’t want to. She must have a bug. Her head screamed from the inside. So much pain. Toma would be home soon. He would get her Tylenol. She couldn’t get it herself. Didn’t want to be that far from Benke. She lay down on the floor next to him. Close by if he woke and needed her.

CHAPTER 48

Emily

Thursday, June 20

Oh. My. God. Patrick Pearson has been arrested for kidnapping me! Mum and Dad are reeling. I don’t know if they were even going to tell me. Well, they’d have had to at some point, but I guess they were going to struggle to find the right moment to drop that one. At is happened, I overheard them talking in the kitchen.

“DI Owens has been in touch,” says Mum.

“Oh, yes,” replies Dad. My parents have a weird way of speaking to one another at the moment. It’s all sort of stiff and narky. I don’t know if it’s the stress of me being kidnapped or what. I think it was there a bit even before then. Not sure. Anyway, when they talk to one another now, it’s like they’re constantly waiting for bad news or are about to deliver it. Something like that. I miss them just being—I don’t know—themselves. Sort of relaxed and nice to each other.

“The police have checked out Toma’s alibi and since the funds he has in his account are a certified gift from me, there is no case against him.” Who is Mum talking about? Who is Toma? I sit at the top of the stairs that lead straight into the kitchen. My parents have their backs to me, so

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