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  ‘Now,’ Tim began, ‘have you ever thought about starting your own business? Up next on the blue sofa, we’ll be chatting with entrepreneur, Anne Thornton-Smith, about how to make your business a success, and more.’

  ‘We’re out,’ a voice shouted from somewhere behind the cameras.

  Four women holding make-up pots and hairbrushes rushed forward, crowding around the presenters like fans vying for an autograph.

  ‘Well done, girls,’ Caroline said with a smile, ushering them off of the sofa and back to the dressing room.

  ‘Samantha, Jaddi, you’ve got the day to yourselves. I’ll be waiting at Heathrow check-in at six-thirty to introduce you to your cameraman and to say goodbye. Lizzie, we’ve got some magazine interviews lined up this morning. You’ll get a bit of time to yourself this afternoon.’

  A caustic remark lingered, but for once Lizzie didn’t voice it. The final question from the presenter had staggered her. For weeks she’d been swept along in Jaddi’s plans, like a guppy caught in a current, unable to change direction or simply stop, and when she’d been given an opportunity to explain herself, she hadn’t taken it. She could no longer blame Jaddi for whatever lay ahead.

  CHAPTER 4

  Jaddi

  Jaddi stepped through the opening in the revolving doors and instantly found herself barricaded between the glass panels as they jolted to a stop.

  ‘It’s your backpack,’ a man in a rumpled suit said from the other side of the glass. He raised his eyebrows and muttered something under his breath. Jaddi nodded and moved forwards. The automatic doors whirred back into life for a second before dying once again as her foot nudged the glass in front of her. Bloody hell, why would anyone install revolving doors at an airport? Jaddi pictured the airport security team, sipping cups of tea on their breaks whilst sniggering at her incompetence.

  ‘You can’t touch the doors,’ the man she’d trapped shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

  Jaddi resisted the urge to give him the finger, flashed an apologetic smile, and twisted her body sideways, taking crab-like steps until the opening into the terminal appeared and she moved into the throng.

  Voices, laughter and the distant beat of music echoed around the terminal. The whir of suitcase wheels rattled on the floor as men and women in black suits wheeling miniature cases strode purposefully around her. Groups of people sat in huddles on the floor, their luggage strewn around them as they ate sandwiches and salads out of plastic packets.

  A movement from her left caught her eye. As she turned, the wheel of a luggage trolley clipped the side of her ankle sending a searing pain up her leg.

  ‘Sorry, did I get you?’ a red-faced man in a dark polo shirt asked before turning away. ‘Kids, calm down, please.’

  ‘It’s fine,’ she said, rubbing a spot at the bottom of her combat trousers where the pain had already started to dull.

  Jaddi watched the father with the overflowing trolley of suitcases take the path of least resistance through the airport as three young children danced and skipped around his legs.

  She should be feeling that child-like buzz. Tomorrow she would be in Thailand, absorbing a culture and a history she’d dreamed about since her eleventh birthday, when her uncle Prem had given her a light-up, plastic globe. She’d loved spinning the sphere on its axis until the greens and blues had blurred into one, then stopping it with a jab and reading the tiny place name under her finger. She would go to bed every night dreaming of adventures and undiscovered lands.

  Instead, all she could think about was Suk, and their argument. If she could still call it that. Did it count as a fight if they’d repeated the same words over and over for the past year? It had started with raised voices and accusations, but after so long, and with no resolution in sight, their tones had mellowed.

  ‘We really should get married,’ Suk had said, nuzzling her neck as they’d sat behind the black-tinted glass of one of her father’s town cars.

  ‘Are we going to do this again, now? When I’m about to get on a plane and leave for three months?’ Jaddi touched Suk’s leg, hoping to cause a distraction.

  ‘You know it makes sense.’ Suk sighed. ‘If we leave it much longer then you know our parents will decide for us, and I’ll probably end up in India.’

  ‘I’ve told you, I’m not ready to get married.’ Jaddi slipped her hand inside Suk’s. The warmth of their touch spread through Jaddi’s body. ‘Things are great between us right now. Why can’t we carry on as we are?’

  ‘Because I’m sick of living with my parents and working for your dad’s car service.’ Suk shifted away from Jaddi and leaned against the door. ‘In case you’ve forgotten, your family are a lot more relaxed than mine. We’ve been seeing each other off and on for twelve years. We need to settle down before one of our families find out. Unless this is just a game to you?’

  Frustration and hurt wound through Jaddi. ‘How can you even suggest that? Do you know how hard it is for me to lie to Lizzie and Samantha? They are my best friends; they deserve my honesty. Instead they think I hook up with a different guy every week, when really I’m seeing you. I’m the one that wants to tell them. Come with me now if you don’t believe me. We can still keep it a secret from our families, but wouldn’t it be nice to be a proper couple—’

  ‘Don’t speak like that,’ Suk cut in. ‘Don’t even think it. No one can know. If we tell even one person, our families will find out. Marriage is the only way to decide our future for ourselves.’

  ‘I have to go, I’m late as it is,’ Jaddi said, staring into Suk’s dark eyes. Her heartbeat ramped up a notch. One lie on top of another. What would happen when the three months were up? Jaddi shook her head; she couldn’t think like that. This had been her idea, and she had to make it worth it. Live in the here and now, that’s what she’d said to Lizzie and Samantha, and that’s what she had to do.

  ‘Here,’ Jaddi said, holding out her door keys, ‘take these.’

  ‘Why?’ Suk asked.

  ‘I don’t know, just have them. Our flat is going to be sitting empty for three months. I’ll probably just lose them if I drag them around in my backpack with me.’

  Suk nodded. ‘Will you … promise me you won’t … you know.’

  Jaddi laughed, her smile widening as a rush of love covered her fears. ‘I’ve been with someone else once, Suk. Once, in twelve years. I was away at uni. We’d had a huge fight and you’d broken up with me, remember? You really should come and meet Samantha. She’ll tell you how drunk I was that night.’

  ‘Why would Samantha—’

  ‘Because she never lets me forget it, and the fact that he was someone she liked.’ Jaddi shook her head. ‘I love you, that’s what matters. I always have, and no one will get in the way of that.’

  She slid across the smooth leather seats towards Suk until their bodies touched. They kissed, tentative and slow as the remnants of their fight hung between them, then faster as desire took hold. Jaddi could still feel the pressure of Suk’s lips on hers as she weaved through the terminal.

  Jaddi caught sight of Samantha, shifting from foot to foot, by the check-in desk. Samantha had yet to shake the blanched pallor from the breakfast interview.

  Had she pushed Lizzie and Sam too far this time?

  Lizzie’s eyes caught hers and she waved. Pushing the thought aside, Jaddi bounced towards them with a wide grin. She’d get a drink into Samantha after take-off; that would cheer her up.

  ‘Here she is,’ Samantha said. ‘I told you she’d be late.’

  Jaddi laughed. ‘Of course I’m late. I’m always late.’

  Lizzie leant forward and pulled Jaddi into a tight embrace. ‘I thought for a minute you might not make it,’ she said in a quiet voice. Jaddi drew back as the pinch of Lizzie’s nails dug into her back.

  ‘I’m here now,’ Jaddi said, staring into Lizzie’s wide, blue eyes and willing her to relax. Tomorrow they would be in Thailand and it would all be worth it. It had to be.

  ‘Ja
ddi,’ Caroline said from behind her. ‘Now that you’re here, I’d like to introduce you to the cameraman.’ Jaddi let go of Lizzie and spun around.

  ‘Ouch,’ Samantha cried out as Jaddi’s backpack caught her arm. ‘Watch it.’

  ‘Sorry, Sam, are you OK?’ Jaddi shrugged her backpack away from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor before she could do anymore damage.

  Samantha rolled her eyes as she rubbed at her arm. ‘I’m fine,’ she said, the hint of a smile twitching on her lips.

  ‘Jaddi,’ Caroline said, ‘I’d like you to meet Sherlock. He’ll be your cameraman for the next three months.’

  ‘Sherlock?’ Jaddi turned to face the man towering over Caroline. He was tall, with cropped, brown hair, cut short to a bristly number one and almost enough dark stubble on his face to be considered a beard. The arms protruding from his navy T-shirt weren’t the toned biceps of someone who spent hours in the gym, but his shoulders were broad and muscular.

  ‘Ben Holmes,’ he said, pushing his black-framed glasses closer to his eyes before offering a hand to Jaddi. ‘Sherlock is a nickname.’

  ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ She grinned as his hand wrapped around hers.

  ‘I was just explaining to the others that you’ll need to tell me whenever you plan to go anywhere. Even if it’s the middle of the night and you decide to go out for a bottle of water, I need to know,’ he said.

  Jaddi nodded. ‘Yep, sure. No problem.’

  Lizzie mumbled something inaudible under her breath, causing Ben to glance at her with narrowed eyes before directing his focus back to Jaddi. Jaddi had the distinct impression that she’d just walked into the middle of an argument between Lizzie and their new travel companion.

  ‘Here’s your microphone pack,’ he said, holding a small, black box with a wire wrapped around it. ‘The battery clips on your waistband at the back, and the lavalier – this bit,’ he said, tapping the small, black head, ‘clips onto your collar or the top of your vest. I’ve got a monitor which will tell me when the batteries are running low, and I’ll swap them when necessary.

  ‘All you need to do is wear it and make sure it’s switched on at all times.’ He flicked a switch on the side of the box and handed it to Jaddi. ‘Starting now.’

  ‘Great, thanks, Ben,’ she said with a another grin, taking the microphone. ‘Or do you prefer Sherlock?’

  ‘Ben’s fine,’ he said, already unzipping a side pocket on a large leather holdall hooked over his shoulder. ‘I’ve also got a smaller camera here for you to take, Lizzie,’ he said. ‘For your video diaries. Apart from mine, it’s the only camera we’re taking with us, so please look after it.’

  ‘What video diaries?’ Lizzie asked, ignoring the object in Ben’s outstretched hand.

  Ben turned to Caroline and raised his eyebrows. ‘You haven’t told her?’

  ‘I’m sure I mentioned it,’ Caroline said with an airy laugh. ‘It’s not a big deal, Lizzie. We thought you could do a video diary before you go to sleep each night. Just a few minutes talking about your day and how you feel. A way to get the audience into your head and make them feel part of your journey.’

  ‘The camera has Bluetooth and Wi-Fi,’ Ben said. ‘Once you’ve pressed ‘save’ it will automatically send the file to my laptop. If we’re not in a signal area, I’ll take the camera and load the video manually. Then I’ll edit it, along with the other footage, and send it on to the Channel 6 studio.’

  ‘We’re breaking ground in documentary-making here,’ Caroline said. ‘Due to the … er … sensitive timeframe and current media coverage surrounding you, Lizzie, we’ll be airing your travels weekly, as they happen.’

  ‘Well, if you’re breaking ground,’ Lizzie said, her tone biting, ‘then by all means, yes, I’d be more than happy to share my inner most feelings with the world.’ Lizzie grabbed the camera and dropped it into her satchel.

  ‘Look—’ Ben said, glaring at Lizzie.

  ‘Shall we go then?’ Jaddi flashed a smile at Ben and hooked an arm around Lizzie. He would learn soon enough to let Lizzie’s sarcasm wash over him. The last thing they needed was to start their trip with a falling-out.

  ‘Are you all right with this?’ Jaddi asked Lizzie, as they scooped up their backpacks.

  Lizzie shrugged. ‘It doesn’t feel like I have a choice. I just want it be us, that’s all.’

  ‘I second that,’ Samantha said, moving closer. ‘How can we be ourselves with a cameraman tagging along?’

  ‘It will be us. We’ll get used to the camera in no time, that’s what they always say on those reality shows, but look, we’re in this together. If you don’t want to do it, if you want to go home, figure something else out, then say the word and we can.’

  Jaddi could sense Caroline’s panic as she hovered behind them and willed the producer not to jump in. This had to be Lizzie’s choice.

  ‘Promise it’ll feel like it’s just us?’ Lizzie asked, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

  ‘I promise.’ Jaddi smiled, wrapping her arms around them both and dipping her head forward. She hoped it was a promise she could keep. Lizzie and Samantha did the same, their three foreheads touching. They stayed like that for several seconds, their fears passing between them without needing to be voiced.

  A commotion from across the terminal caught Jaddi’s attention. They stepped out of each other’s arms and turned to watch as a figure ran towards them, darting in and out of people, jumping over suitcases and waving his arms in the air.

  ‘Lizzie!’ a voice shouted, as a head jumped up above a queue of people next to them.

  Lizzie gasped as the athletic frame of her younger brother sprinted into view. ‘Aaron, what on earth are you doing here?’

  ‘I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye,’ he said, gulping in long mouthfuls of air. ‘My train was delayed. I thought I’d missed you.’

  Without a word, Ben unzipped his shoulder bag and pulled out a camera the size of two shoe boxes. He pressed a button and lifted it with ease onto his right shoulder, obscuring half of his face as one eye stared down a black scope.

  Lizzie pulled her brother towards her and wrapped her arms around him. ‘You didn’t need to come all this way. We said goodbye last night.’ She looked up, her eyes scanning the terminal. ‘Are Mum and Dad with you?’

  Aaron shook his head. ‘They didn’t want to make it harder for you. They do understand what you’re doing. I know it doesn’t seem that way, but they do. We all do.’

  Tears filled Lizzie’s eyes as she continued to hold onto Aaron.

  ‘How are you going to get home?’ Lizzie asked him, stepping away and tilting her head up a fraction to meet his gaze.

  Aaron laughed. ‘Oh, you know, I thought I’d hitchhike back to Aldeburgh. There’s bound to be some lorries heading that way.’

  ‘Hey, doofus –’ Lizzie punched him on the arm ‘– I was being serious.’

  Aaron sighed and ran a hand through the short waves of his brown hair. ‘I’m not eight-years-old anymore. I’m more than capable of using public transport, you know?’

  Lizzie smiled. ‘I know, I know. but you’ll always be my little brother, no matter how old you are.’

  It took another few minutes before the watch-tapping prompts from the man behind the check-in desk became too frequent to ignore.

  As Aaron turned to leave he touched Jaddi’s arm and leaned closer. ‘Look after her.’

  He had the same piercing blue eyes as Lizzie. They stared into hers with a fierceness she’d have expected from Lizzie’s father, not a cute eighteen-year-old with nothing but a bright future ahead of him.

  ‘You know I will.’ She smiled through the pang of guilt radiating out from the pit of her stomach. For the first time since she’d created the website, Jaddi wondered how much of what she’d done was for Lizzie, and how much of it was for herself.

  CHAPTER 5

  Lizzie

  Lizzie shifted position in the narrow chair, banging her elb
ow against the armrest and causing a sharp pain to shoot up her arm. She scrunched up the muscles in her face, rubbed her hand over her funny bone, or ulnar nerve, whatever it was, and wished she hadn’t accepted the window seat when Samantha and Jaddi had offered it to her.

  She was also regretting her insistence that they travel economy. Her left foot had begun to tingle. Caroline had offered to book them First Class, but Lizzie had said no. She’d wanted to be like any other ordinary backpacker, squashed into cattle class seats and sleeping in shared rooms at cheap hostels. It was part of the experience. Lizzie wiggled her toes inside the red flight socks her mum had insisted she pack. The appeal of being ordinary was quickly wearing thin and they were only six hours into their journey.

  Samantha and Jaddi slept motionless in the seats next to her, trapping her in her seat. She poked her head up and cast her eyes around the dim cabin of the aeroplane. She could see rows of heads slumped to one side, some with inflated cushions around their necks, others wearing headphones. Air stewards moved without a sound around the galley in the middle of the aircraft.

  Lizzie reached for her travel bag, stashed under the seat in front of her. She pulled out the camera Ben had given her and opened the flap. The small screen glowed white in the darkness. A second later her face appeared.

  What would they do if she didn’t bother with the diaries? Cancel the documentary? Cut her trip short? It seemed so personal – an intrusion into her thoughts, which she supposed was the point. Lizzie sighed and glanced around her. What difference did it make if she did it? It wasn’t as if she would ever have to watch them.

  Lizzie held down the record button until a red dot appeared in the corner of the screen.

  ‘Hi,’ she whispered, looking into her own hollow eyes, staring back at her from the screen. She looked pale and gaunt in the illuminating glow from the camera. She tried a smile, but it only added to the ghost-like effect. ‘This is my first video diary. We’re currently on a night flight to Thailand. The time in the UK right now is almost three in the morning. Everyone is asleep.’ Lizzie smirked and turned the screen towards Samantha and Jaddi. ‘Including these two. Maybe I’d be asleep too if I’d had half a bottle of wine at take-off. Luckily for the viewers, and my parents, I can’t drink because of the anti-seizure medication I’m taking. So you will be spared any drunkenness. From me anyway.