‘Yeah, busy, but like I said to Tash, it’s going to be really good for us if the current deals come off.’

‘Why are they taking so long?’ I ask, my mischievous side coming to the fore once more. ‘Surely you just rock up to a car park somewhere with a load of pills, and various people shove used banknotes through your window in exchange for a brown paper bag.’

I can see Greg smile in the rear-view mirror. ‘I’m not sure whether to be insulted by you running down my job, Tilly, or concerned that you seem to know so much about the illegal drug market.’

‘When you’ve treated as many of the fallout victims of dodgy drugs as I have, it’s hard not to know how the system works.’

‘What are drugs?’ Isaac asks, evidently not giving his video quite as much attention as we hoped he was.

‘Medicines, darling,’ Tash tells him, shooting Greg and me a warning look. ‘Remember how I told you that Daddy sells special medicines to help sick people get better?’

Isaac clearly has no interest in his father’s occupation, as he turns his attention back to the screen again, just as my phone pings in my bag. In my rush to grab it and see if it’s Luke at last, I somehow manage to drop it on the floor of the car just as Greg brakes for a traffic light, and it slides under the front seat. I try to reach it with my foot a few times, but I can’t feel it. My hope that it will slide back out again when he accelerates away is quickly dashed. It’s evidently wedged against the mat or something.

‘Everything all right?’ Tash asks, noticing my attempts to retrieve the phone.

‘My phone. It’s under your seat and I can’t reach it,’ I tell her.

‘Don’t worry,’ Greg says in the kind of nonchalant tone that would normally only be used by people who have no idea how vital to everything phones are. ‘We’ll sort it when we get there.’

I fire him a quick death stare before forcing myself to sit back in my seat and be patient. When he finally pulls up outside my mother’s house, the car has barely come to a stop before I’ve taken off my seat belt and started hunting around under the seat for my phone. It takes a few goes, but eventually I feel its smooth shape and pull it out, unlocking it so I can see the message.

Hi, this is EE. We’re just contacting you to let you know about some great handset upgrades that are available to you…

For fuck’s sake. I growl with frustration as I delete the message.