“You find anything else over there?” she asked, jerking the drawer closed along a dodgy runner.

“No.” He tossed her half a bag of Maltesers. “I might nip out for a breath of fresh air before I make a start on Debbie’s boudoir.”

She hadn’t realised how hungry she was until the scent of chocolate hit her. She tipped a couple of Maltesers into her mouth. “Thought you were quitting,” she said, knowing full well what he was actually nipping out for.

“I am. I bought one of those bong things.”

“E-cig, Kash,” she said hurriedly, for the benefit of the camera.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” He patted his pockets, checking where he’d put his fags. “I’ll be back in five.”

Deciding they’d both earned a break, she switched off her body cam and sat on the floor, nibbling the chocolates and resting her head against the wall. The room was stuffy and smelled fusty, and now that she’d stopped, everything seemed to be humming. She closed her eyes, but dots still floated across her vision, amplifying the drunken feeling that traditionally followed a night shift.

“Our Kyle’d buy me sweets.”

The quiet statement came out of nowhere, the voice close enough to make Rosie jump. Her eyes shot open, and she dropped the Maltesers into her lap.

“Shi—oh hey,” she said, trying to pretend she wasn’t having an internal conniption fit. The girl she had seen in the kitchen shoved herself onto the bed and kicked her bare feet. “It’s Lily, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Lily-Mae really, but I don’t like it. What are you looking for?”

That was a good question. “I’m not sure. I’m hoping we’ll know when we find it.” Rosie held out a hand. “I’m Rosie, so we’re both flowers.”

Lily stopped scrubbing at the tomato sauce on her cheeks and shook Rosie’s hand. “I think I’m in charge now, cos our Kyle’s gone.”

“You are? What about your mum?”

“She gets busy with her stuff,” Lily said, back to worrying at the sauce. “With her friends and Terry—that’s her new boyfriend—and she goes out a lot.” She pointed at the Maltesers. “Can I have one?”

“Of course.” Rosie poured a generous helping into Lily’s waiting palm. “What sweets would Kyle buy you?” she asked, wishing she’d never turned her camera off, but reluctant to spook Lily by restarting it.

Lily spoke around three Maltesers, her cheeks bulging like a hamster’s. “It weren’t just sweets. He’d get us crisps, pop, some toys. When Mum were cross with him, I’d text him to tell him she were gone, and he’d come round.”

“Did he buy you a phone, then?” Rosie put no weight behind the question, and Lily nodded immediately, reading nothing into it.