Sophie is running up the street, towards Helen’s house. She is holding her breasts in her hands. Her shirt is soaked through.
Paul has parked the car down the street. He is walking towards Helen and Allan’s. Suddenly Sophie is behind him.
“Oh God, Paul,” Sophie pants. Paul can see her breasts are leaking. Milk. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been looking for you,” Paul says. “The baby needs feeding. And they caught Richard’s killer. At the border. His wife.”
“Rebecca,” Sophie says. And then she begins to cry. “Richard?”
“What happened, Sophie? What’s going on? Why are you crying? Richard. The man I saw murdered.”
“Paul.” Sophie catches her breath. “Wait. Slow down.”
“Me? You slow down.”
She leans on his car. “I went to Helen’s in the morning to talk to her.”
“You told her?” Pa
