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indeed.
    “Next?”
    It’d taken her a moment to figure out what he was on about. “Oh, yes. Why do I only find out now? Do Ty and Marky know?”
    “Markus knows. I told him the other day.” He paused. “Look sweetcakes, I love you, you know that, right. Tell me what’s going on.”
    “Never mind, Oliver. You enjoy your time with Tamara. We’ll talk when you get back.”
    “Bullshit.”
    Sarah had been taken aback by his sudden outburst, but hadn’t replied.
    “Listen, Saz. Tell me what’s going on.”
    So she’d told him, every painstaking detail—how much she’d fallen for Markus, how she’d seen him with Melanie and hastily jumped to stupid conclusions, the evening at her mother’s, and how she’d found out Rachel was in a hospital.
    “I can’t talk to Marky right now, you understand, right? Of course, he’d be all helpful and there for me, moving swiftly from sex to best buddies again. I’m not sure whether I want that. I want to get through the Rachel business on my own and then go to Marky and tell him what I really feel.”
    “You sure?”
    She’d nodded, but remembered he couldn’t see her. “One hundred percent.”
    “So you’re finally admitting that you’ve fallen for him,” he’d said with a grin in his voice.
    “Bugger off.”
    “Sweetcakes, I’ll be back in a couple of days. I’ll come over straight away from the airport to help out. Ty will be back on Friday. We’ll get you all sorted, I promise.”
    “Thanks, Oliver.”
    “Hey, don’t worry too much. It’ll be all right. Trust me.”
    The first tears touched her cheeks, but she couldn’t have cared less. “Love you, Oliver.”
    “Love you, too, sweet pea.”
    “Say hello to Tamara and congratulations again. We’re going to have to celebrate the occasion when you get back.”
    “Of course.”
    She’d smiled and hung up. It was as if the weight on her shoulders had been halved and she felt better already.
     
    ***
     
    A couple of hours later, Sarah sat in the hospital room, holding her sister’s hand. She couldn’t help but feel sadness of how little she knew about Rachel. She realised her mother had been right saying Sarah had distanced herself from the two, but she’d been wrong thinking Sarah had been ashamed. Nothing could’ve been further from the truth. She so desperately wanted to have a family that she often pretended to be part of Markus’.
    Sarah had been two years old when her father had left. Even looking at photos or listening to the vague stories her sister remembered, she had no memories of him at all. She had often looked up at Markus’ dad and wished for him to be her father. It’d sucked not to have a dad, not having a person to make a father’s day present for, or not having anybody to watch football games with when Markus hadn’t been around. She’d never been a girly girl, but more of a tomboy. Hanging out with the boys, kicking the football, or hitting the cricket bat had been more her kind of fun, than sitting around with the other girls talking boys or make-up. Although, during teenage years she’d become very popular with the girls in her class because of her friendship with three of the hottest guys in the neighbourhood. The fuss about it all had been beyond her.
    Unlike her, boyfriends had come and gone in Rachel’s life. Some stayed longer than others, but none had hung around for more than a couple of weeks. Rachel had made sure of it. She’d pushed them away just as she’d pushed others away, including Sarah and her mother, so nobody was able to leave her behind like her father had.
    “Hey.”
    Sarah turned to her sister. “Hey there.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    Letting out a long breath, Sarah moved her sister’s hand to her chest. “Making sure you’re all right.”
    “I don’t want to go home.”
    Sarah nodded. “I know.” Then she hesitated. “The doctor said you can leave today. You can stay at my place.”
    Her sister stared at her. “Why?” she