Page 138 of The Silent Appeal

Lukes? THE KEY!

5:30 a.m. Lucas wrote:

Go to sleep FFS.

Message exchange between Sarah-Jane MacDonald and Nicky-Rose Dearing on April 27, 2025:

5:35 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

How serious are Amelia’s injuries?

5:55 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

What injuries?

5:56 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

A light fell off the rig and landed on Amelia’s leg. She was rushed to the hospital. Don’t tell me you slept through it all.

5:57 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

Shit. Didn’t know. Only just back for the yoga.

5:57 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Where did you go?

5:58 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

Something came up. I went home at midnight.

5:58 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Are you all right?

5:59 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

Fine. Amelia though, shit, shit, double shit.

6:00 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

SSDS. We used to say that all the time. Haven’t heard it in years!

6:00 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

For when things have REALLY gone to shit.

6:03 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Like when Henrietta Angkatell, the calm, refined, and charismatic femme fatale, lurches onstage with her leg in a carbon fiber boot.

6:05 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

We might have to recast. Will have a chat with Kevin once everyone’s up.

6:06 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

SSDS.