her up. She doesn’t want to believe it. She refuses to believe it.
‘I assume you’ve used your usual unethical methods to find this out,’ asks Lauren, hoping to expose a weak link in the information that Kate thinks she’s garnered.
‘Does it matter?’ asks Kate. ‘All you need to know is that Jess is up to something and you shouldn’t trust her as far as you can throw her. She’s playing us.’
‘What is wrong with you?’
‘Me?’ exclaims Kate. ‘You’re the one who wants to believe everything she’s telling you.’
‘Is this the person you’ve become?’ says Lauren. ‘Forever the cynic, not wanting to believe anything anyone tells you.’ She laughs falsely. ‘D’you know what? I used to think your job made you better than me. That working amongst people deemed to be important made you more important by default. But I’m glad I’m me, because all your job has done is make you a mistrusting egotist who doesn’t want to see the good in anyone.’
‘I’m a journalist,’ says Kate scathingly. ‘I seek out the truth, and if you’re threatened by that, then that’s your problem.’
‘Well whatever you think you’ve uncovered, I’m sure there’s a very good reason for it.’
‘Oh yeah.’ Kate laughs bitterly. ‘She’s got plenty good enough reasons. The first being that she’s obtained a job under false pretences.’
Lauren feels a pang in her chest, not only at the revelation, but also because she’d not got around to finding out what exactly Jess did for work. All she knows is that she’s doing a job she loves in Canary Wharf. It shames her that Kate appears to know more than she does. ‘Why would she need to do that?’
‘You tell me,’ says Kate. ‘But she claims she’s graduated from university.’
‘That’s right,’ nods Lauren.
‘Except she didn’t study there; she worked there.’ Kate offers a cynical laugh. ‘In the cafeteria.’
Relief floods out of Lauren. Kate has clearly got her facts wrong. ‘That’s not Jess,’ she says, happy to set her straight. ‘She got a first-class honours degree.’
‘Is that what she told you?’ asks Kate, with a wry smile.
Caught like a rabbit in headlights, Lauren doesn’t know which way to turn. Her need to believe that Jess has told her the truth is far stronger than having to admit to Kate that she’s been taken for a fool.
‘Why is it so hard for you to take people at face value?’ asks Lauren. ‘To accept that she’s Dad’s daughter?’
‘Because I don’t think she is,’ says Kate.
Lauren rolls her eyes and walks over to her laptop, perched on the end of the sofa. She hits a few buttons and turns the screen towards Kate. There’s no denying that the first match under Lauren’s profile page on the genealogy website is Jessica Linley – Half sister.
‘Happy now?’ asks Lauren. ‘What more proof do you need that Dad wasn’t the man you thought he was?’
‘That doesn’t prove she’s his daughter.’
‘For God’s sake, Kate!’ exclaims Lauren. ‘How many other options are there?’
‘One,’ says Kate, locking eyes with her.
Lauren looks at her, open-mouthed. Is Kate honestly suggesting what Lauren thinks she is?
‘Whilst you’re so quick to judge Dad, assuming he’s the one who’s been unfaithful, has it not occurred to you that Jess might be Mum’s child?’
Lauren shakes her head disbelievingly. ‘You can’t be serious,’ she says, barely audible. ‘Is that how desperate you’ve become to keep Dad’s precious memory preserved? So much so that you’re going to pretend it’s Mum who was at fault?’
‘It’s a fifty-fifty chance, is all I’m saying,’ says Kate petulantly. ‘Why are you so quick to rule it out?’
‘Be-because, that’s preposterous!’ exclaims Lauren, finding her voice. ‘How could she possibly have concealed a pregnancy, a birth, a child . . .?’
‘She may not have shown,’ says Kate, quick to answer, as if she’s thought it all through. ‘She may have had the baby prematurely . . .’
‘But even if she’d managed to keep it from us,’ says Lauren. ‘There’s no way on earth Dad wouldn’t have known about it.’
Kate has clearly thought of that too. ‘Maybe, but if he knew it wasn’t his . . . who knows what arrangement they may have come to?’
Lauren’s eyes widen with bewilderment. ‘To have the baby adopted?’ she asks incredulously. ‘You honestly think they would have gone to those lengths to keep an affair secret?’
‘I think you’d be surprised how far Mum would go to keep this family together,’ says Kate.
‘This is insane,’ says Lauren, scratching her head. ‘You’re insane.’
A key turns in the front door. ‘What are