Sassy and Paul sidled off, arms slung around each others’ waists. Paul’s hand moved surreptitiously towards Sassy’s back pocket, trying to snitch the slip of paper hidden there, but Sassy was quicker – she batted his hand away with a swift slap. Officer Milo’s piteous voice could still be heard inquiring after his wife’s whereabouts, to no avail.

Meanwhile, Jameson and Prandi were fast in each other’s arms. He couldn’t help but notice how right Prandi felt. As if she was created to fit perfectly within his arms.

Prandi’s eyes were squeezed shut to hold back a sudden flood of tears. When she felt she’d successfully held back the torrent she opened her eyes, feeling the weight of somebody else’s eyes upon her.

Peeking around Jameson’s shoulder, she was surprised to see Becca standing a few feet away. Staring right at her.

Prandi couldn’t tear her eyes away. It was the look on Becca’s face. Of longing – of regret. Prandi hid her face in Jameson’s chest again. When she looked up once more, Becca was gone.