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Sian opened the door. Her brother Tom stood there, looking up the street, then he realised the door had opened and turned towards her.
‘You look a right mess,’ he said.
‘Thanks,’ she said. She opened the door to let him through. ‘I am.’
‘Kris rang mum. She’s beside herself but I told her I’d sort it.’ He frowned and looked down at his phone. ‘Just going to message her and let her know that you’re OK before she comes over herself!’ He looked down at his phone and typed, using both thumbs like a teenager. He looked up at her again. ‘Where is he, anyway?’
‘Night shift,’ she said. ‘Come in. I’m getting cold.’
Fifteen minutes later, Sian was drinking hot chocolate on the sofa and had managed three bites of a Marks and Spencer’s sandwich Tom had picked u
