I rush to our bedroom to inspect my appearance in the mirror, noting my bright-red face, greasy hair tied in an unflattering ponytail, and my woodchip-splattered dungarees. Oh well, I don’t know why I’m even bothered. I think I’m just focusing on my appearance to stop myself worrying about what the police might have discovered. I almost wish I hadn’t gone to report Dina’s disappearance in the first place, because right now my heart is beating uncomfortably loud and my belly is swirling with anxiety at the thought of what news they might be bringing.

The doorbell rings, startling me out of my worry for a moment. PC Graham must have been almost outside the house when he called. I hurry down the stairs and open the front door to the same two uniformed officers I spoke to last time.

‘Police Sergeant Sarah McCormack,’ the officer says, holding out a hand to shake mine. ‘Nice to see you again.’

I usher her and PC Graham through the hall and into the small front lounge. Thankfully, it isn’t too messy. Just a few empty mugs. The curtains are still closed though, so I pull them apart, letting in a hazy cloud of afternoon sunshine. ‘Please, sit down.’

They sit next to one another on the edge of the sofa while I perch on the arm of the other sofa, my hands instinctively settling on my bump.

‘You’re expecting?’ Sergeant McCormack asks.

‘I’m due in July.’

‘Congratulations. My two are almost grown-up now.’

‘Thank you… You said you had news about my sister.’

‘Yes,’ she removes her hat and smooths back a strand of loose ash-blonde hair that’s escaped from her bun. ‘Two pieces of news, actually, that both came back this week from the Missing Persons Unit.’

I chew my lip and wait for her to continue.

‘So, first, I can confirm that Dina Williams returned to the UK from Thailand on the fifteenth of August last year.’

‘August?’ I know that Matt from the hostel said he thought she’d come back to the UK last year, but I wasn’t convinced he was right. Because why wouldn’t she have called me? She would have at least got in contact with Dad. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes. It was Dina’s passport.’

Something occurs to me. ‘Could she have flown out of the UK sometime after that?’

‘We checked. That was the last time her passport was used. Also, her bank card was used in the UK frequently since she came back.’

I unclench my jaw. ‘Have you got an address?’

‘Her only registered address is your family home.’

‘So where’s she been living? Because Dad hasn’t seen her.’ I get to my feet and fold my arms across my chest.

Sergeant McCormack gives me a sympathetic look. ‘The cash withdrawals have mainly been over the border in Somerset, in and around Glastonbury.’