emphasize her point. âCome on, Sarah, pick this up a little. Youâve only got a couple of weeks to go and this simply isnât coming together.â
Iâm almost afraid to look at her. Thereâs impatience on her face mixed with concern; Iâm not sure which makes me feel worse.
She plays the bars up to my entry again. I come in half a beat too late and Mrs Perry stops. Doesnât raise her eyes from the piano music. Simply goes back to the beginning and starts again.
I manage to come in on time and get to the bit where I have to hold on a top G when my voice falters. I stop and clear my throat.
Mrs Perry looks at me. âAgain?â
This time I nearly make it through. Until I stumble on the allegro towards the end. Mrs Perry pauses, resting her fingers on the piano keys. I can tell sheâs trying to hide her exasperation.
âIâm s-sorryâ¦â I stutter, pressing my lips together and blinking back the tears. Hoping she wonât notice.
No chance.
She turns round to face me. âSarahâ¦â
Thereâs so much kindness in her voice, in that one word, that I break down. All at once Iâm sobbing so hard I canât breathe, let alone sing. I feel Mrs Perryâs arm slide around my shoulder as she guides me to the sofa at the other end of the room. I sink down, covering my face with my hands, trying to pull myself together, my breath coming out in short, faltering gasps, like Iâm choking.
Mrs Perry sits beside me, watching. Not speaking, just waiting.
âIâm sorryâ¦â I sniff, as she offers me a tissue.
âNothing to be sorry for, Sarah. Do you want to tell me whatâs going on?â
I donât. I really donât. I donât even want to think about it. But it all tumbles out, unravelling into words⦠How much I miss Maxâ¦and Mum. The burglary, Lizzie, seeing that man again outside the cinema. That wild look on his face as he drove towards me.
âI thought he was going to kill me,â I tell Mrs Perry. âFor that second or so, I really thought he wanted me dead.â
Itâs true. At that moment I thought that was what he was trying to do. Run me down. And even if it wasnât what he intended, he came close. If he was trying to scare me, it worked. I am scared â and bewildered.
What does he want with me? Why not just tell me? Why does he keep running away?
I tell Mrs Perry all of it, and about the visit to the police six days ago. Iâve heard nothing since. Clearly theyâve no more clue who he is than I have. Iâm losing hope that thereâs anything they can do to sort this out.
Mrs Perry sits, listening and nodding. She doesnât tell me Iâm overreacting or imagining things or getting carried away. She doesnât start talking about Max and grief and all that stuff. She simply listens. And when I finally reach the end, she stands and rests her hand on my shoulder.
âSarah, I had no idea. You poor thing.â She lifts my chin so Iâm looking up into her face. I manage a weak smile.
âHave you had lunch?â
I shrug. âA cereal bar.â It was as much as I could manage in my rush to get here from the early shift at work.
Mrs Perry grimaces. âRight. Well, letâs start there.â
I sit at the kitchen table while Mrs Perry heats up some leek and potato soup from her freezer. It comes out in a block from a plastic box, so Iâm guessing she made it herself. I canât even remember the last time I had soup that didnât come out of a tin.
I feel a bit awkward. Iâve never been in this part of the house before. But unlike the rather stark atmosphere of the music room, her kitchen feels cosy and relaxed. The work area is decorated with pale green tiles, the shelves stacked with pastel-coloured teapots and mugs. Thereâs a large corkboard on one wall, covered with scraps of paper and pictures of smiling babies and kids.
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