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‘That’s so sad,’ says Belinda. Her eyes are moist. She reaches out and takes Mabel’s hand. The kindness makes Mabel cry even more.

‘My son,’ she weeps. ‘I want my son.’

‘Tell me as much as you can about him. Maybe it will help.’

Mabel blows her nose. ‘Perhaps you’re right. Can you reach the top of the wardrobe? There’s a shoebox up there and I want to show you what’s inside.’

Belinda pulls a chair over and reaches up for the box. The cardboard is worn as if weathered away over the years. Inside is a piece of cream lace.

‘My son has the other half,’ says Mabel. ‘At least, I hope he does. I like to think it ties us together.’

‘Where is he now?’ asks Belinda gently.

‘Oh my dear,’ sobs Mabel. ‘If only I knew.’