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extension and of course he fell for Mum; who wouldn’t? I don’t want to give the impression that Mum’s had loads of men over the years because she
hasn’t – not really. Mum is very beautiful and she looks all fragile and vulnerable so men are always falling for her. The trouble is, although she looks fragile and vulnerable, she
isn’t either of those things. She’s very strong and independent, so the sort of men that are drawn to her because they think they can protect and look after her soon discover that she
doesn’t need protecting or want to be looked after. Jason stayed around longer than most.
    In our basement there are two bedrooms, a kitchen, a tiny bathroom, a sitting room and Mum’s workroom at the back. It never used to feel small because we had the rest of the house as
well, but since Archie and his mum and dad moved out there’s been less excuse to go upstairs. And when Jeanie and David go we won’t be able to go up there at all.
    Sharing a bedroom with Lily never used to be a problem until recently. Just before The Incident Lily said she needed her own space and was going to ask Jeanie and David if she could have a
room of her own upstairs. I told her Mum would never agree.

Chapter Six
    I woke up really late this morning – in Mum’s bed. For a minute I couldn’t work out where I was and then I remembered that last night I’d had the most
scary nightmare.
    It started off with me looking at my reflection in a pool of water. I wasn’t admiring myself or anything, I just caught sight of my reflection and thought, ‘Oh look, it’s
me.’ Then, as I looked closer I realised it wasn’t me, it was Lily. I was outside looking at Lily who was under the water. And that’s when it got scary because she couldn’t
get out and I was beginning to panic. We were staring at each other and there was this water in between us and then suddenly, like things happen in dreams sometimes, I realised it was me under the
water, looking up at Lily and that’s when I really began to panic.
    I was holding my breath and I knew I’d have to breathe soon and I couldn’t. The pressure was building up and up until I couldn’t hold on any more and I opened my mouth and
water poured in and still I couldn’t breathe and then I woke up and I was gasping for breath and shaking.
    I switched the bedside light on, but the feeling wouldn’t go away and in the end I went and climbed in next to Mum, like I did when I was little and I’d had a bad dream.
    I decided it must have been an anxiety dream because of the new school and everything. I could still recall the feeling of panic, so I got up and showered and dressed in the hope that doing
something would make the feeling fade more quickly.
    Mum was in the kitchen with Carmel sorting out the final things for the school transfer. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and went to sit at the table with them.
    Absently I picked up one of the documents that was lying there and didn’t realise for a while what I was looking at. I knew it had to be my birth certificate but it couldn’t be
right.
    ‘What’s this?’ I demanded of Mum.
    ‘It’s your birth certificate.’
    I looked hard. It said Emily Pond, born 12th April.
    ‘Why does it say Emily?’
    Mum took the certificate off me and angled it towards the light. She looked hard at it, like I had.
    ‘Mum? It says I’m called Emily.’
    ‘I can see that,’ said Mum. I couldn’t believe how calm she was.
    ‘How come no one ever told me?’
    ‘The thing is, I don’t really remember,’ said Mum. ‘When we went to register you I wasn’t really myself. I think I was in shock, you know – I wasn’t
expecting two babies . . .’
    Typical, blame me, why don’t you. It was a pretty lame excuse.
    ‘You could go and ask David. I think it was his idea. But what does it matter? You’ll always be Milly.’
    I had been planning to avoid David after his bombshell about going to America but I could make an