“Oh my God,” I heard Caoimhe groan from somewhere behind me. “I am so sorry about her, Sinead. I’ll call my dad to come pick her up.” “No!” That was Hugh. “She can stay, can’t she, Mam?” “Of course she can,” I heard Sinead reply. “Lizzie, sweetheart, what’s upsetting you?” I couldn’t explain it. Because it wasn’t real. Because Sinead would think I was crazy. Just like everyone else.
