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another of her reassuring smiles. “As you know, Danny has been missing for nearly a week now and we’re very concerned. We want to talk to everyone who saw him last weekend, and since you were the last person we know of, we need to go over again what happened last Sunday.”
    I found I could look her in the eyes almost easily, lulled by their kindness. What must it be like, I wondered, walking into people’s houses, always bringing bad news? How did it feel knowing that everyone you spoke to wished you weren’t even there?
    My thoughts veered back to that day a year ago. The knock on the door. The policemen, different, but the same uniform. Dad sending me upstairs when he saw the seriousness in their expression.
    Half an hour later, when Dad came to break the news that Mum was dead, I covered my ears with a pillow. I hadn’t wanted to hear it.
    I still didn’t.
    â€œHannah?” Janet’s voice pulled me back. “Do you mind if we go over again exactly what happened last Sunday?”
    I swallowed before I spoke. “Yes, that’s fine.”
    â€œOkay, then. Let’s start at the beginning. Can I ask you again what time you met up with Danny?”
    I tried to picture it, to put myself there. Already that day seemed a bit less distinct, a little harder to recall. I’d woken to sunlight, I remembered that, the way it had slanted in through the window, lighting up the tiny specks of dust in the air. I read in bed for a while, ate some cereal, put on a load of washing. Was about to go up to clean my teeth when there was a knock on the door.
    And it was Danny.
    He grinned at me, like I was expecting him. He was dressed in the T-shirt and shorts he always wore in summer – even when it was rainy – and his blond hair was messy and windblown from the bike ride over.
    I know he saw the surprise in my eyes.
    â€œI’m not sure,” I told Janet. “About eleven, I think. I’ve lost my watch and there was no school. I wasn’t really paying much attention. Sorry.”
    â€œNo need to be,” she said, giving me a look she clearly intended to be encouraging. I picked at a snagged nail on my thumb. I couldn’t help feeling this was some kind of test that I might pass or fail.
    And if I failed, did that mean I’d never see Danny again?
    Janet made a note in her little black pad. “We’re just trying to establish a timeline, Hannah. Can we go over again what you did then?”
    â€œNot much. We hung around for a while. Danny made himself a sandwich.”
    â€œDidn’t he make you one?” Detective Thompson asked. I saw from the way the corner of his mouth crooked into a smile that he wasn’t serious.
    I grimaced. Shook my head. “I can’t stand peanut butter.”
    Detective Thompson laughed. “Me neither. It’s like eating glue.”
    â€œWhere did you go while Danny had his sandwich?” Janet asked.
    I had to think for a moment. “We sat out in the garden.” It was pretty hot, but you could tell summer was winding down. Danny found an old football hidden in the long grass. He sat on the bench, balancing it in the curve between his shin and his foot. He was wearing a pair of trainers I hadn’t seen before. Black, with red flashes across each side. They looked new. Expensive.
    â€œYou okay?” he’d asked.
    â€œFine,” I said, looking back up at his face, his eyes, pool-blue to my pale grey. He was smiling, friendly, trying to appear relaxed, but his gaze wouldn’t quite meet mine.
    Because, let’s face it, that was a question he shouldn’t need to ask.
    â€œWere you alone?” Janet continued.
    â€œYes. I mean, no. Dad was up in his study.”
    Janet looked at Dad for confirmation. He squirmed a little in his chair. “I’m pretty sure I was,” he said, as if there might actually be some doubt.
    â€œYou work at the university?” asked the