Sian folded her arms across her chest as she sat in a plastic bucket seat in the police station reception. Meadows had rung early that morning saying that she needed them to come in and Sian was worried about what they wanted to discuss. Kris reached for her hand and she let him take it; she was bored of all the waiting. Why had the young sergeant asked them to come in at ten if she wasn’t able to see them before half past? Sian pulled her hand away from Kris so that she could look at her watch again. Was this some kind of game?
The sound of the main door opening made Sian glance up. Her mother walked in, and her brother, Tom. It felt like the floor was moving and the room was spinning. Sian nudged Kris and he looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the rest of her family.
‘Did you know t
