Niamh

Hollie isn’t coming back.

I saw the single car, its blue light flashing as it passed me on its way to Deeprose House, its siren breaking the silence. There was a fluttering in my veins as I watched, motionless, even before the unmarked ambulance made its way more slowly along the same route, half an hour later, sending a chill through me, because I recognize it.

It’s the kind of ambulance they send when someone’s dead.