Zoe dropped down to her knees in front of the dog too, ruffling the fur at the side of his neck as she said hello. Wolf turned round and started licking her, and Zoe felt a little more like all was okay with the world.

Rachel took in Danny's house quietly. It was as impressive as Zoe's; although smaller, it was beautiful. The white of his walls was nothing like the white in her own house - there was a warmth to it, and a proper feeling of home. Why couldn't her house be more like this?