Georgia's POV:
Going to Lucy's house did nothing to make me feel better. I'm not sure why I hoped it would. The old woman was in a rush to have us gone and had ended the conversation abruptly when a car pulled up outside and the dogs started barking again.
"Lucy must be back," she'd said. "You should go. I don't want her knowing about this. Mick is nothing to her."
We could hardly refuse to leave and so we'd bid her fair well and left, passing a girl who could be my sister, Rachael's double, on the path.
Her eyes had lingered on me as if she was trying to place me but she quickly lost interest when her mother called out welcoming her home, her face widening into a smile.
"Hiya Mum," she'd said in a gentle, happy voice so completely different to Mick's.
Now I'm sat in the doctor's office trying to put my feelings into words, trying desperately to explain how I feel not only about what happened yesterday but what happened back in February.