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days away from Daniel was always a treat.
    So Rebecca
carried on with a guilty heart and a flood of emotions that had her
constantly confused and resulted in several mistakes. She had only
been at work for an hour when Carol gently drew her into the tiny
little office at the back of the shop. This was where Rebecca had
been interviewed 4 years earlier. She had worked in the local
supermarket when they first arrived in Darlington. Daniel had made
it clear it was time for everyone to join in supporting the Miles
household and Rebecca’s years of being a mother and housewife where
over. Rebecca had actually quite looked forward to going back to
work but she had hated the supermarket. She left after a few months
and moved to a small bakery. She had hated the bakery. A few months
later she had seen a job offered at the small Deli and tea rooms
she often popped into when doing her shopping. She had met Carol in
the tiny little office which could hold two people but which
struggled with three and she had fallen in love with the Deli,
Carol and Susie, the flame haired, warm hearted and rather verbose
assistant who already worked there. She had been offered the job on
the spot. Now Carol put an arm round her sympathetically.
    ‘Rebecca
darling, I think you should go home.’
    Rebecca looked
startled. Was she being sacked?
    ‘No, I’m sorry!
I...’
    ‘No,’
interrupted Carol. ‘You’re obviously worrying about your mum and
you’re just not yourself. Go home and get yourself sorted for your
trip. Put your feet up, have a coffee and relax, pack…whatever you
need to do but go home.’
    Rebecca let
herself be persuaded. She had never imagined that it would be this
hard, keeping her millions a secret. Her hands were shaking and her
mind kept drifting to all manner of places, houses, cars and some
of the exotic locations contained in the travel brochures now
secreted under the living room sofa. So she put on her coat,
allowed Carol and Susie to kiss and hug her, promised to be back as
soon as she could and set off to the car park and home.
    The first thing
she did was make a coffee, then she turned on the laptop and curled
into her chair in the conservatory with the duck egg blue throw
over her legs as she researched Leeds hotels. In her hand was the
credit card taken from the bottom of one of the shoe boxes at the
top of her wardrobe. It was her safety net. She had applied for it
two years earlier after discovering that Daniel had emptied the
bank account to pay for a week of golf in Scotland, where he was
convinced he would pick up enough business to put everything right.
The electricity bill and the car insurance had rolled through the
door within minutes of his departure and in desperation Rebecca had
applied for a credit card so she could pay the bills and also to
give her some security for the future. When Daniel returned they’d
had one of their rare arguments as she accused him of being selfish
and deluded. With his face purple with rage at being questioned he
had argued back that she needed to earn more and that the
responsibility of the entire household and family shouldn’t be on
his shoulders alone. Rebecca hadn’t told him about the credit card
or that the bills had been paid. She made a point of serving
nothing but beans and chips for weeks, refusing to buy any wine and
asking him every night, as soon as he arrived home, if he had
managed to write any business as a result of his trip to Scotland.
The credit card was repaid and hadn’t actually been used since but
it was still at the bottom of the shoe box, ready for the next
emergency.

    Normally when
she went to Leeds to visit her mother and Sarah, Rebecca would go
by train and stay in the Travelodge in the city centre. If she
booked far enough in advance she could get a super saver room and
she was close enough to the bus station to be able to travel out to
the nursing home where her mother lived and was within easy reach
of Sarah’s student rooms.
    But that