‘Mummy, I’m hungry,’ Locky said.

‘I know,’ Tully said. ‘That’s why we’re going to McDonald’s. They have yummy food.’

‘Smoked salmon?’ Locky said hopefully. ‘Or pesto gnocchi?’

‘No, but they have chicken nuggets,’ Tully said. ‘And burgers. And chips!’

She looked in the rear-view mirror. Miles sat silently in his seat. He’d been mute since they’d left the house. Speech, it seemed, was his latest issue. These last few days, due to the broken sleep and everything else going on, she’d become increasingly snappy with him about his strange behaviours. Then, at night, when he finally fell asleep, she watched his little chest rising and falling and asked herself what kind of mother snapped at a child who was so little and so troubled.

What kind of mother was she?

Tully was just turning into the McDonald’s drive-through when her phone began to ring. The screen said it was Rachel calling, and it reminded her that she hadn’t rung her sister to ask how her date had gone. It turned out she was not only failing at motherhood but sisterhood too.

‘How did the date go?’ she cried, before Rachel could get a word in. ‘I’m so sorry I haven’t called! Tell me everything and don’t leave out any details.’

‘Are you in the car?’ Rachel asked.

‘Yes. I’m taking the boys to McDonald’s.’

There was a pause. ‘You’re taking them to McDonald’s? Tully, are you feeling all right?’

‘Aunty Rachel?’ Locky cried. ‘Is that you?’

‘It sure is,’ she said. ‘Hi, Lock. Hi, Miles.’

Miles didn’t respond.

‘There’s a photographer at our house so Mummy said we had to go for a drive,’ Locky said helpfully. ‘And a man who is selling our house.’

‘A man who is selling your house?’ Rachel said.

‘It’s a long story,’ Tully said. ‘Probably not one to go into over the phone.’

‘Got it.’ Rachel was quiet for a minute. ‘Hey – if you’ve got to be out of the house, why don’t you bring the boys here and I’ll make them a spinach and feta omelette.’

‘Yay!’ Locky said. Even Miles smiled a little. ‘I have to say, Mummy, I didn’t like the sound of McDougal’s!’

22

RACHEL

‘Aunty Rachel!’ Locky cried the moment she opened the door. He threw himself into her arms. Miles threw himself into her arms too, but silently.

‘I love your tummy,’ Locky said, rubbing it affectionately as if it were a puppy. ‘It’s squishy.’ He pulled away and barrelled into the house, followed by his younger brother.

‘Thanks, buddy,’ Rachel called after him. She didn’t bother adding, ‘Come on in,’ as it appeared that horse had already bolted.

By the time Rachel had ushered Tully inside and closed the door behind her, Miles was clambering onto one of the stools in the kitchen and helping himself to a red velvet cupcake, while Locky was jumping on the couch.

‘Boys!’ Tully said. ‘For goodness sake! Sorry, Rach.’

Rachel waved the apology away as Locky ran over to join them.