Chapter 32
In a matter of seconds, Kaleth had devolved into silent crying. From her experience with the child, no matter how short that experience had been, Beth knew that the crying was just the start, and soon it would morph into the very loud, bone-rattling, mouth-open, face-crumpling sort of cry. She was right. And as the volume went up and Kaleth’s small hands still reached over the side of the trolley basket with the focused desperation of someone who could not understand why the world was being so unreasonable, Beth felt her chest c***k wider. Added to the cries, which were beginning to draw the attention of other shoppers, was the palpable tension in the air. This was her chance. She knew exactly what she needed to do. Walk away. Smile, apologise for the disruption, put the basket down, and
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