‘Come in,’ a raspy voice called when Holly held her breath and tapped on Mr Kellington’s door.

David opened the door for her.

‘Good luck,’ he whispered, before returning downstairs.

Inside, both Mr Kellington and Josh waited with concerned faces. Mr Kellington sat bolt upright behind his desk, and Josh had perched stiffly on the edge of one of the visitor seats.

‘Thanks for coming up, Holly. I understand from David that you’ve had a bit of a shock.’ Josh patted the chair next to him. ‘Come and take a seat.’

Her hands shook and so she tucked them under her thighs.

‘Are you feeling quite well now?’ Mr Kellington said kindly. ‘You were lucky that David caught you as you fell; you could have sustained a nasty head injury from hitting the edge of the kiosk.’

‘Yes, thank you. I’m fine now,’ she replied, shifting in her seat.

‘David said that you recognised someone who came into the car park… that it was quite upsetting for you.’

‘I thought I knew him, but I didn’t after all,’ she said quickly.

‘This is a pastoral chat only, Holly,’ Mr Kellington confirmed. ‘We are concerned only for your welfare; your private life is your own. You’re not in any trouble… as such.’

She stared at him, her heart pulsing in the top of her throat. Private life… What had Markus told David while she’d been out of it?

‘However, you’ve been acting a bit odd over the last few days,’ Josh said softly. ‘I’ve noticed, and so have some of your colleagues.’

Her eyes narrowed. She remembered seeing Ben and Martyn whispering and looking her way last night before she left.

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said, grateful that the shaking in her hands hadn’t yet transferred to her voice.

Josh sighed.

‘I’ll spell it out for you, Holly. You’ve been distracted to the point of neglecting the customers. Sitting staring out of the window for long periods of time and scribbling constantly in that notebook of yours, which I believe has nothing to do with work.’

Holly shrugged. She’d glanced out of the window a few times, making sure Emily wasn’t watching her every move, but she hadn’t been writing in any notebook. Had she?

‘They’re lying,’ she said simply. ‘Whoever told you that is jealous of my sales. They’re trying to get rid of me like happened to Lynette.’

She said the name meaningfully and fixed Josh with a look.

He coughed and glanced at Mr Kellington, who showed no sign of understanding the meaning behind it.

‘Also, I’m afraid I received a concerned call from our long-standing customer Mr Fenwick this morning,’ Mr Kellington added.

Holly remembered that the Fenwicks had popped into the shop yesterday… or had it been the day before? She seemed to be losing track of the days. Her head was only full of the chance to find Evan and take him far away, where they could make a new start together as mother and son…

‘Holly?’

Mr Kellington had been talking and she’d missed it.

‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘Can you say that again?’

‘You sold him the panther sculpture for more than double the list price,’ Mr Kellington repeated, a little more sharply. ‘Embarrassingly they discovered the guide price sticker still on the bottom when they got the piece home.’

‘So what? They’ve got more money than they know what to do with,’ Holly snapped. ‘Nothing better to do every day than come in here, buying more and more trinkets for their already overstuffed home. Why don’t they do something good with their money for once?’

‘Well! I hardly think that’s your concern,’ Mr Kellington blustered, pulling at his green-striped bow tie. ‘Lucky for us that they choose to spend their money here.’

‘You talk about this shop and the furniture in it as though it’s something important,’ Holly said slowly, shaking her head. ‘But it’s all just a load of overpriced crap that doesn’t mean anything. Don’t you see? It’s not real, it’s not what’s important in life. There are far more precious things than fancy lamps and feather-filled cushions.’

Mr Kellington’s mouth fell open.

‘That’s enough, Holly,’ Josh said. ‘I think you need to go home and rest for a few days.’

Someone rapped sharply on the door. Josh rose, but it opened before he could take a step towards it, and a figure appeared in the doorway.

Holly swallowed and closed her eyes.

‘Emily! What are you doing here?’ Josh said with a start.

Holly opened her eyes and looked wildly at the two men. They said nothing.

Emily wore jeans, boots and a black fleece hoody. With minimal make-up and her hair pulled back into a messy knot, she looked so different. As if all her power had evaporated.

But when she began to speak, Holly realised she’d be a fool to underestimate her.

‘I might not work here now, but it doesn’t mean I’ve been idle. On the contrary, I’ve been very busy since I resigned.’ She smiled and closed the door behind her.

Without invitation, she sat on the chair opposite Holly.

Mr Kellington pressed his lips together. He didn’t look happy with the situation, but he didn’t tell Emily to leave either.

‘Why are you here, Emily?’ he asked calmly.

Emily slowly folded her hands in her lap, seemingly intent on enjoying every second of whatever she was about to say.

‘I decided to look into your life before Kellington’s, Holly,’ she said. ‘Your life in Manchester, to be specific.’

Holly gasped, the air locking in her throat.

‘Yes, I thought you might be surprised,’ Emily told her. ‘It didn’t take me very long, actually, to uncover what went on there. Once I found out you’d been hired by Brendan Godson.’

Holly felt a trickle of sweat edge its way down her spine.

‘How did you…’

‘I lived in Manchester myself for five years. Worked in the clubs there as a student and knew the scene very well. In fact, I knew a lot of people back then, some of who I’m still in touch with online.’ She tapped her lacquered nails on her thigh. ‘I drew a blank until I bumped into a guy called Jay, an old acquaintance of Brendan Godson. He told me the awful news… that Brendan had died under a truck. A terrible accident, apparently. Must’ve just stepped out into the road, they said at the time.’

Holly felt the blood draining from her face.

‘That didn’t really mean anything to me until Jay got into his stride and asked whether I wanted to hear the rest of the story about Brendan and his family… it featured, he said, a psycho woman they’d employed, called Holly. He couldn’t remember her surname but he thought I might be interested as she too was from Nottingham.’

Holly closed her eyes. She’d retained her first name but changed her surname when she returned to Nottingham. She’d paid a lot of money for new documentation and ID.

‘How is this relevant to us?’ Mr Kellington said curtly.

‘Because she isn’t who she says she is,’ Emily snapped at him. ‘She has a very chequered past that I think will interest you. She’s the one who damaged that vase and set me up very cleverly. When I tell you the story, you’ll understand what she’s capable of.’

Holly stood up, trancelike.

‘I have to go,’ she said in a vague manner. ‘I have things to do at home.’

Josh stood and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. ‘I could ring your landlady if you like…’

She shrugged him off.

‘I’m not a lodger. I’m a visitor there.’ She paused and spoke softly. ‘I’m always just a visitor in everyone’s life… I come and go, but nothing ever changes.’