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He leaned towards her, his smile a mirror image of her own.

‘Aye, I think you’re right. Now why don’t you remind me what that was…’

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Chapter One

Two suitcases, umpteen plastic carrier bags, and an oversized rucksack lined the hallway. Fiona stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around her son and squeezed.

‘Are you sure you don’t mind us not coming?’ she asked, releasing him and dropping down onto her heels. ‘I’d have to rearrange a few things, but if you give me half an hour to ring the office and send a few emails…’

‘Mum.’ Joseph placed his hand on her shoulders. ‘It’s fine. I’ve got this. Everything’s sorted. Dad’ll drop me at the station, and I’ll get a taxi at the other end.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Honestly. It’s not like I’m going away forever.’

‘Well it feels like it is.’

Casting an eye around the hall, she was filled with a mixture of pride, excitement, and sadness. Her baby was all grown up and heading off to university.

‘You’re sure you’ve got everything you need?’

‘I’m sure.’

‘I gave him a selection of pots and pans out of the kitchen too,’ Stephen appeared on the stairs, ‘and a couple of pieces of crockery and cutlery to take with him.’

‘You did?’ She turned, a frown crossing her eyebrows. ‘Which ones? Plates, that is? Nothing that was part of a set?’

‘I don’t think so. They were on their own.’

‘Well can I check before you take them? I don’t want to be left with a mismatched dinner service the next time we have people round to eat.’

Leaving her son, she crossed the hall into the dining room, where more bags overflowed.

‘Which one did you pack them in?’ she asked, to neither of the men in particular.

‘I can’t remember,’ Joseph replied. ‘One of the rucksacks, I think.’

Crouching down, she tugged at the zip of a red holdall.