FORTY-FIVE
After a lot of persuasion, Nathan managed to talk me into going shopping with him. I'd intended to use Dad's credit card details to do my grocery shopping online and make them deliver it all for me, but he reminded me that I had no cash, no phone, no wallet and no idea what the newspapers had invented about me overnight. Some things don't get delivered.
He swore he'd help me with everything, so I reluctantly agreed. It felt strange going out in public, after so long in captivity, in the dark and in hospital. At least I didn't have to do it alone.
So I'd feel like a right invalid, he got me a wheelchair. Despite all my piano practise, my fingers still felt clumsy as I pushed the damn thing. I resolved to play for an extra hour when I got home. The new song – the one that would
