Her grandchildren, I guess.
Mrs Perry pours the soup from the pan straight into the bowl sheâs placed in front of me. Steam rises up into my face and despite all my worries, the warm, creamy scent makes me almost hungry. She cuts me a hunk of wholemeal bread from the loaf on the table and passes it to me on a plate. I tear a piece off and dunk it in, then wait for it to cool.
Mrs Perry sits opposite and watches me eat.
âSarah, I donât know what to advise you about what youâve just told me. It all sounds horrendous. I know youâve been to the police but I really believe you should talk to your parents.â
I gaze back at her. âI canât,â I say. âMumâs in too much of a state to cope with it. And Dadâs still away, more problems on the rig. If I tell him, heâll want to come home and heâs already had so much time offâ¦you know, when my brother⦠Besides, what can he do that the police canât?â
Mrs Perry pauses before answering. âBut youâll speak to him when he gets back?â
I nod.
âI am very concerned about you, Sarah. Youâre so thin, and terribly pale.â
I donât reply. There doesnât seem much point denying it.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â
I consider her question as I nibble the bread. What is there that anyone could do? Iâve not seen that man again, since the cinema. Maybe that will be the last of it.
As for Lizzie, who can help me with that? Tears rim my eyes again as I think of her present sitting on my desk, the card propped up beside it. Today is Lizzieâs birthday and Iâve not heard a word â from her or her mum. No reply to the text I sent this morning. Nothing to the Happy Birthday message I posted on Facebook.
Where is she? I wonder for the thousandth time. Somehow I canât believe sheâs gone off camping in Cornwall, like she told her mum. Thereâs no mention of it online, no photos, nothing. And Iâve rung round everyone I can think of to see if theyâve heard something, but no one seems to have a clue.
At least she must be safe, I remind myself. Her mum would have called me if anything had happened. Anything serious.
I wrench my mind away from my anxiety and down another spoonful of soup, buoyed by its warmth and delicate flavour. Iâll see Lizzie in a few days, I think, when the new term starts. I can give her my present then.
And when sheâs back Iâll talk to her, I resolve again. Iâll make her tell me whatâs going on. Weâll sort this out once and for all.
Simply coming to this decision makes me feel better. That, and the hot soup spreading a glow through my stomach that makes me feel less weepy. I glance down. Iâve eaten most of the bowl without even realizing.
âSarah, I need to ask you this.â The seriousness on Mrs Perryâs face instantly dispels my more hopeful mood. âDo you think youâre really up to the audition this year? You could always put it off until youâve finished your A-levels next summer.â
Her question blindsides me and fills me with a momentary sense of panic.
She sees my expression. âYouâve been through something terrible, and itâs all so raw. Itâs going to take time to find your feet again, even leaving aside all this other stuff youâve told me. It wouldnât hurt to give yourself a bit more time.â
I know what sheâs saying makes sense, but the idea of waiting another year, of not knowing for so long if Iâve got a place, got a future, makes me feel sick. I donât think I could bear it.
I look Mrs Perry square in the face. âNo,â I say firmly. âI want to go ahead. I want this more than anything.â
Right now singing is all I have, even if it is a struggle. The only anchor in my life. The one thing stopping me being completely cast adrift.
Thereâs no way Iâm letting it
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