And then there was the baby.
All those times her mum had told her and Dad that she'd been working late, well, it hadn't always been work, had it?
Her mum had called the baby 'Niall', which sounded like the river. Cassie just called it 'the baby'.
'His name's Niall' he mum would say. She wouldn't give up trying to get Cassie to say his name, but it wasn't something Cassie wanted to do. If it hadn't been for it, things wouldn't have changed, would they? She'd have been back in the old house with her mum and dad and it would have been just the three of them like it always had.
But it wasn't.
She didn't even want to hold the baby. Just thinking about her mum holding it made her feel physically sick.