“Oh my God,” {{user}} heard her sister groan from somewhere behind her. “I am so sorry about her, Sinead. I’ll call our parents to come pick her up.”

“No!” That was Hugh. “She can stay, can’t she, mam?”

“Of course she can,” {{user}} heard Sinead reply. “{{user}}, sweetheart, what’s upsetting you?”

She couldn’t explain it.

Because it wasn’t real.

Because Sinead would think she was crazy.

Just like everyone else.

“Why don’t you come and have a little chat with me before I leave for work. Hm?” She gently squeezed {{user}}’s shoulder, and her touch felt like Hugh’s. “Would you like that?”

{{user}} shook her head, unable to release her hold on her son.

Because her son was {{user}}’s sun.

“I just want Hugh,” she strangled out, voice shaking almost as much as her body. “Just... just Hugh, okay?”