Grace told Emma not to go into work the next morning. ‘Just get your head straight and think about what you want to do about Alice. I’ll tell the others you’ve called in sick.’
Emma protested that she was fine, but she clearly was not. She had hardly slept at all, tossing and turning, the vivid images of a naked Alice with her head between Sarah Cudlip’s thighs etched deeply into her mind. How long had it been going on? Was it just a casual one-off fling? Or had it been going on under her nose for weeks, or even months? Had there been others?
She ran through the gamut of emotions, anger and fury, heartache and sorrow, at what could be lost, what had been, and might never be found again. Her anger burnt fiercely, only for her tears to dampen the fury. She felt wretched and equally determi
