Page 184 of The Silent Appeal

3:02 p.m. Fran wrote:

Fingers crossed adrenaline kicks in. I had terrible backache when I was in Cabaret at uni. Could barely move during the day, but every night I was singing and dancing as if nothing was wrong. The director called it Doctor Footlights.

3:05 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Hope he visits me. I’ve spent so long rehearsing, and now we’ve sorted our flat, I really want to enjoy the play.

3:06 p.m. Fran wrote:

Well, it’s temporary. You’re still looking for somewhere. Any sign of Georgia moving out?

3:07 p.m. Amelia wrote:

No, but at least she has her own room now and is out of my sight. She wants to be “homeless” to pressure her baby daddy into leaving his wife. She’s texting him ALL the time.

3:07 p.m. Fran wrote:

Oh dear.

3:08 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Like he hasn’t left yet, so he’s not going to, is he? She needs to get over him.

3:14 p.m. Fran wrote:

Well, emotions cloud our judgment. Maybe treat her with kindness and be grateful her pregnancy has been healthy so far?

3:16 p.m. Amelia wrote:

It’s her that should be grateful to us. Instead, she acts entitled to do, say, and eat whatever she wants.

3:19 p.m. Fran wrote:

Who knows, she may be out of your way sooner than you think and you two will be free to move back to your flat.

3:20 p.m. Amelia wrote:

No time soon, she’s got three months to go

3:20 p.m. Fran wrote:

I’ll pick you all up at one tomorrow.

3:21 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Don’t forget the coffee pods.

Message exchange between Sarah-Jane and Kevin MacDonald on June 1, 2025:

11:44 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Screenshots of spreadsheets attached. Pay attention to column five where it says who is responsible for which task.

11:47 a.m. Kevin wrote:

So many Kevins.

11:48 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote: