Carrie sat in the living room, smoothing out her shirt. She was waiting for her mum to turn up. Her mother. Her actual mother.
Just saying the word out loud had been sending shivers down Carrie’s spine for days.
Carrie couldn’t believe how jittery she was. 'Thirteen, and I’m this scared?' she thought, telling herself how stupid she was being. But she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t seen her mother since she was five, the same day she abandoned her in Birmingham’s Bullring shopping centre.
Ever since then it had been just Carrie and her dad, looking after each other. Eight years of silence. Eight years of longing for a mother who’d let go of her hand, then simply vanished.
And now, as if returned from the dead, Suzanna was back in her life again. She’d phoned Carrie’s dad. “I want to see her,” she’d told him. “I want to see my lovely daughter. To explain. If she’ll let me. If she can find it in her heart.”