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That’s good. Mum’s getting better at replying to text messages. Normally it took her at least twenty-four hours before she even remembered she actually needed to take her mobile out of her handbag more than once a day to check whether someone had been in contact, rather than waiting for the house phone to ring (who even used a fixed phone anymore?).
But as I touched the screen, I saw the WhatsApp logo flash up, along with a number I didn’t recognise.
That’s not Mum’s number. If it was, it would have come up with her name.
That’s a very long number. A foreign number.
Wait. That was anItalianmobile number.
It couldn’t be. It’d only been ten minutes—fifteen tops—since I’d sent the email. He couldn’t have got back to me already.
My heart was racing…
I unlocked the screen and clicked the WhatsApp logo.
Holy shit. Lorenzo had replied…
