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Phoebe was standing up, looking out over the heads of the unsettled crowd, still desperately searching for her father. He had to be here somewhere, didn’t he? Michelle pulled her down but she shook her mother off. ‘I’m going to go and find him,’ Phoebe said.
‘You can’t, love. You have to stay here with us. It’s not safe.’
‘But what about Dad? He’s on his own.’
‘After what happened at the house he could be anywhere. If he was here he’d have found us, wouldn’t he? He’s probably left town. He’ll be in touch soon, I’m sure he will.’
‘He wouldn’t have left, not with all this going on.’
‘Listen to your mother and shut up,’ Scott said, his voice detached and unemotional. Michelle pulled Phoebe closer and held her as she cried. She watched Scott, and she wished she could tell him exactly
