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“Where’s dad?” Hannah could tell her mum had been crying. She marched across her parents’ bedroom and sat next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong? Have you and dad had a fight or something?” She put her arm around her mum’s shoulder.
“It’s nothing, love, it’s just me being silly and hormonal,” her mum replied, wiping her face with her sleeve. “Your dad’s hosting that meeting with the street residents, remember? He’ll probably be there by now, I would’ve thought. Why? Do you need him?”
Unsure whether to believe her, Hannah squeezed her and smiled. “You’ve got hair in your face.” She wiped the stray strand of hair away. “There! Much better. I’m sorry you’re upset. I can stay in if you want? I don’t have to go out; we could have a girls’ night in for once. I can go across to the Spa shop
