Page 8 of Midnight in Paris

‘Hey. So, how’s Paris?’

‘Ah, you know. French. Hot.’

‘Sounds pretty good to me,’ her sister said, her voice bright. ‘You know it’s going to rain all weekend here? Might actually come and join you.’

‘Next time, eh,’ she said gently.

‘Yeah. So have you done it yet?’

‘Sam! I’ve only just got here.’

There was a pause. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s OK.’

‘Are you all right, sis? Because I don’t like thinking of you being there on your own. All that shit going through your head.’

‘I’m good,’ Sophie said firmly. ‘Anyway, aren’t I meant to be the older sister, taking care ofyou?’

Sam laughed loudly. ‘I’d like to see you try!’

Sophie smiled, moving closer to the wall of one of the buildings so as not to block the way of any walkers.

‘Anyway, I’m keeping my phone on all weekend. So just call if you need to, OK?’ her sister added.

‘Thank you.’

She ended the call and, while she thought of it, sent a quick message to Libby.

Sophie

Here safe.

A green dot lit up next to her friend’s name and an ellipsis appeared in the chat box.

Libby

Good. And you’re feeling OK?

Sophie

I’m OK.

Libby

Glad to hear it. Just, you know… Get it done. Don’t overthink it, Soph.

Sophie

OK.

Libby

Soph?

Sophie

What?

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