Chapter 7John put the bag of presents down while Angie went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. When she returned, she sat in the armchair rather than next to him on the sofa.
This worried him. 'Everything all right, Angie?'
'I don't know. No. I feel strange – like my emotions are all over the place, somehow. I'm frightened.'
'There's no need to be. You can talk to me about anything and you know I'll help if I can. And if you'll let me.'
'I keep thinking back to when Mum died and how hurt I was. The thought of never seeing her again scared me to death. We used to talk about growing up, and what she experienced when she was my age. It was like having a big sister. It's not quite the same with Dad; we're very close and I love him to bits, but he can't ever be my mum.'
'You'll never r
