Emily’s point of view
I was excited for my friend but felt suddenly alone again. Sam had rushed off to the airport he would meet his and Nat’s parents in Barcelona, I would stay here with Molly till probably after the Jerez race, giving all parents and grandparents time to enjoy Marc’s arrival. I was never bothered by my solitude normally, it was peaceful, and gave me space, but today it had stung a little. Having Sam wanting to help me on a night had meant a lot to me, the possibility of getting a full night’s sleep (nightmares allowing) had been like as appealing to me as a hot bath after a long day. This time, my home felt a little empty, and I could not work out why. Finally, at around 16:40 the next day I received a text from Sam, a beautiful picture of a dark-haired boy who
