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important, something her mother knew would hurt her deep inside. Had life been that hard? Had the argument or fight between the two been that bad?
    Even if it had been bad, Sarah didn’t believe it justified involving her in this lie.
    The room looked like some of the most important items and clothes had been taken. She opened a few drawers but because she wasn’t sure what she was looking for, Sarah headed back into the kitchen. She placed a kiss on her mother’s cheek and moved towards the door.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Home.”
    “I’m sorry, honey.”
    “That may well be, but I’m tired and sick of lies. You lied to me, Mum. You told me she ran away.” She shook her head in disgust. “Mum, I’m worried sick about her and now you tell me you kicked her out?”
    “Sarah, listen—”
    Half-turned, she stilled with the touch of her mother’s hand on her arm. Sarah gave Lisa a smile, however false. “You lied to me. I dropped everything and came here because I worried. But you lied. Your words about raising us? I have no doubt it must’ve been hard, and I appreciate all the sacrifices you made, but you always blamed everybody else for your mistakes. That is exactly why Dad left you.”
    “Don’t you dare—”
    “Speak to you like that?”
    Her mother glared at her, but she was too tired to care. “Let me know when you hear from Rachel. I assume you haven’t called the police so I keep leaving messages on her phone. She might come to me.”
    Without waiting for a reply, she left the room and stepped out to wait for the taxi.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Markus was exhausted. He’d spent two hours on Saturday morning with his niece and nephew at the playground before taking them back home.
    Annie laughed softly. “Good practice for when you have your own kids.” She cupped his face with her hands. “That is, should you ever give Sarah a call.”
    “Give it a rest.”
    “Marco. Honestly, I don’t get it. I thought—”
    Markus removed her hands from his face. “I called her,” he whispered. “Timmy answered the phone.”
    “What?”
    Raking his hand through his hair, he remained silent.
    “This doesn’t make sense. You need to call her again.”
    “Look, I had a meeting the other day with Mike. The offer from Sports TV sounds really good.”
    “No way. No way are you going to move over to Sports TV only to travel the world to talk about soccer. You’re not running—”
    “I am not running,” he said through clenched teeth.
    She took a step away from him and let out a long breath. “Look, I’m taking the kids to the coast for a few days. There’s a spare room. I think you should come as well to think things through without the pressure from everyone.” She tilted her head and met his gaze. “Please, Marco. In my motherly gut, I have a feeling you’re making a mistake.”
    He chuckled dryly. “Motherly gut?”
    A big grin sported her face.
    “Need a babysitter?”
    “Not at all. Miles is not coming. He needs to study for some massive exam.”
    “So you do need a babysitter?”
    “Honestly, Marco. It’s actually more work to take a frustrated, sex-starved man on holidays I have to cook for. It’s out of my sisterly love for you that I’m inviting you to join us.”
    He raised a curious brow. “Sex-starved?”
    “You said you slept with Sarah, didn’t you? And you’ve been a pest since then.”
    “Geez.”
    “Tomorrow morning. About ten. We’ll take your car. It’s bigger.”
    He shook his head, gave her a kiss on her cheek, and turned to leave.
    “Don’t you wanna join us for dinner?”
    “Too scared.”
    He headed towards the door when Ellie started to cry. His sister’s laugh stilled, and he chuckled at her attempt to remember some Italian curse words. He loved her dearly and as much as he looked forward to a few days at the beach and some surfing, he was worried she’d brainwash him into doing something stupid.
    His mind went back