“What!”

     “Becky’s gone and I don’t know where she is. She just packed up and left without telling me, without talking to me.”

     “That doesn’t sound like Becky,” Brian said.

     “She left a note, but I haven’t opened it yet. She left it on the kitchen bench.”

     “Fuck,” Brian said. “Here’s Cassie.”

     “Hey Barry,” Cassie said, “what’s up?”

     “Becky’s gone,” he said, “and I don’t know where she is.”

     “She left?”

     “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, a lump in her throat. “Where the hell would she go? Do you know if she has any friends in Melbourne?”

     “No, none,” Cassie said, her voice sounding worried. “I have no idea...