Cruel fingers clutched at her heart and her lungs, tripping her heartbeat, depriving her of the air she needed to breathe. Recognition hit her like a punch in the stomach. Her attention had lodged on the tousled male head lifting off the white pillows. In the very act of embarrassed retreat, Sara froze. ‘Sara?’ her cousin squealed as she reeled up, her honeyblonde hair wildly mussed up, her pink mouth swollen, pale blue eyes wide with horror. ‘Antonia?’ she said again, and only then did she see the half-naked couple passionately entangled on the rumpled bed. ‘Antonia?’ Sara called, a quick frown of bewilderment drawing her fine brows together as she glanced into the empty lounge. A single electric-blue court shoe lay abandoned like a question mark on the hall carpet. Phil Collins’ latest album was playing full blast. She wouldn’t even wait for me to put her call through.’Ĭrossing the landing at speed, Sara unlocked the door of the flat. ‘Miss Dalton said you had to come home immediately, that it was very urgent,’ the girl on the switchboard had stressed anxiously. Had they been burgled? Had someone in the family had an accident? Worse still, had something happened to Brian? Her imagination had gone into overdrive since she had received Antonia’s message at work. SARA paid off the taxi in a breathless rush and raced up the stairs to the flat she shared with Antonia.
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