Faye scanned the faces of the people pouring into the arrivals hall, eager to catch the first glimpse of her sister Bethany in more than six months.
Her whole world had collapsed
A lot had happened in that time, not least Bethany’s marriage to a man named Marcus Crane, just four months after going to America. No one from this side of the pond had attended, unaware it was happening until after the event. Only then had Beth messaged Faye, attaching a photo of her and her new husband outside a white clapboard chapel in Las Vegas.
‘And not an Elvis in sight,’ Faye had joked, trying to ease the hurt she knew her mother must be feeling.
Jane had examined the photo closely, enlarging the image to study her youngest daughter’s face. ‘She looks happy, don’t you think?’
‘Ecstatic,’ Faye had agreed. ‘And it’s not like we would’ve gone, Mum, is it, even if we’d known?’
‘Probably not,’ Jane had admitted listlessly.
There was no ‘probably’ about it, Faye knew. Her mother had barely been anywhere since being knocked off her
