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‘What happened to you last night?’ Hannah demanded when I arrived at the tea shop. ‘We looked everywhere for you.’
I explained that I had gone home to look after Poppy who had been frightened by the loud fireworks.
‘You could have brought her with you,’ she said. ‘As long as you were holding her, she’d have been okay. It’s not as if she’s very heavy. You missed a stonking display. Everyone was there. It was absolutely awesome.’
‘Yes, well, I watched it through the window.’
I had arrived at work early, eager to tell her about the rocket in my hall, but Hannah seemed cross with me and was clearly in no mood to chat. Ever since I had shared my suspicion that Alice had buried her daughter in her garden, Hannah had regarded me as a drama queen. No doubt she would dismiss my story abou
