![]() ![]() I knew what she couldn’t say: sometimes if a body got blown apart there’d be nothing left to tie a name tag to. ‘Sometimes it’s difficult to identify someone after…’ Mum faltered. ‘But you can’t think she’s dead.’ I insisted. ![]() Mum looked at me, at the nurse, at the bump on my head. ‘When she realised I’d followed her she was really furious about it.’ I saw her in the street talking to a man,’ I said. ‘That’s true, and I’ve spoken to the War Office: Sukie’s name isn’t on their list of dead or injured but-’ ‘Missing isn’t the same as dead,’ I pointed out. I glanced at Mum, who always took the opposite view in any argument. All you can do is keep hoping for the best.’ The nurse added rather unhelpfully: ‘We’ve had casualties from all over London. No one’s seen her since she was with you and Cliff last night. Sukie was a typist for an insurance company in Clerkenwell. ‘Your sister didn’t arrive at work today.’ ![]() Opening my eyes again, I swallowed nervously. ‘I need you to listen to me, and I need you to be brave.’ ![]()
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