When we got back Maisie was waiting outside the house and she came right up to the car and hugged me off my feet and she was crying. Real crying. It was so much at first that I thought she was pretending for the police officers, but there were real tears and she was holding me and shaking and saying all these jumbled things that I couldn't unpick. Like she had been keeping back all the words that Donald hadn't said during the whole of the long drive home.