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with Grace showing her around the house, and then they were en-route to the hospital.
    Benedict’s voice was quiet in the car. “Tell me what happened, Siena. Was it your diabetes?”
    She couldn’t lie to him; it was his biggest fear. “No, it was a panic attack, a bad one, and I fainted. I guess I fell on my shoulder.”
    She saw his face harden. His handsome outline contorted as an expression of pure rage passed over it. Tension settled heavily into the silence in the car.
    “The usual one?” his voice was tight.
    “Yes, sorry,” she whispered, feeling the shame wash over her.
    “Siena, you have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong, but maybe it’s time we took professional advice.”
    “Noooooo,” said Siena vehemently. “I’ll never allow anyone inside my head again.” Her breathing quickened as the shock of the day and Benedict’s comments made her burst into tears.
    “Siena…”
     
    ***
     
    Benedict
     
    Benedict pulled the car over and gingerly took Siena into his arms to avoid jarring her shoulder. He saw terror in her eyes. It was at these times he cursed the fact he had left Nick Waters breathing.
    “Okay, okay, I understand. No psychiatrists,” he said hurriedly, appalled by his lack of sensitivity. He felt the tension leave her body. “We must get help in. Shall I call your parents?”
    Siena nodded, and he saw light flood into her dim, hollow eyes. Her expression changed to relief and at last a small smile appeared on her lips. Pulling the car back into the traffic, they reached the hospital fifteen minutes later. Today convinced Benedict Siena should not be left alone. Fragile from her attack, with an ongoing illness, she was a disaster waiting to happen. Images of her falling down the stairs with the twins in her arms made his driving home that day even more erratic. It was his biggest fear that she’d hurt herself or the twins because of her diabetes, and now these panic attacks. He tried to suppress his anger for Siena’s sake, but God help him, if he ever got his hands on Nick Waters he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Helping her out of the car, they walked towards A&E, arriving at its doors just as his mobile rang. Fearing it may be Grace; he pulled it out of his pocket and frowned.
    “It’s the lawyers.”
    Siena pointed at the sign that stated mobile phones should be switched off. With reluctance Benedict let his voicemail kick in. He switched his mobile to silent; he wouldn’t take the risk of turning it off in case Grace needed to contact him. The reception was quieter than expected and they were processed quickly before taking a seat in the waiting room.
    “I wonder what they wanted,” Benedict mused.
     
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    Siena
     
    Siena’s mind was running riot. Had they requested a copy of the DNA results be posted to them also? Was that the reason they were calling? Had they received them? She sat there rigid; time was running out. She had to find a way to tell Benedict.
    “Siena Green?” said a nurse, and they both stood.
     
    ***
     
    Benedict
     
    Benedict’s mobile vibrated in his pocket as they followed the nurse, and he saw another missed call from their lawyers. Whatever had happened, it was obviously important, he thought. Just as soon as he could, he would ring them.
    Doctors and x-rays filled the next hour. Siena’s shoulder was dislocated but thankfully not broken. They had given her an injection for the pain, but her scream was loud and anguished as the doctor skilfully rotated her shoulder into place. They left shortly afterwards, both ashen and shaken, Benedict clutching the painkillers the hospital had given him. Neither of them spoke on the drive home. Both exhausted and preoccupied, they just didn’t have the strength. Glad to be home, Benedict led Siena upstairs. He wanted to help her undress, take off her jeans at least, but she stubbornly refused. One look at the set of her face told him it was useless to argue. She disappeared into