Keep You Safe: A tear-jerking and compelling story that will make you think from the international multi-million bestselling author. Melissa Hill

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      Her rash still looked angry and sore, but her fever had all but disappeared, thank goodness. Some colour had returned to her cheeks, and today – a week since first displaying any signs of illness – Madeleine’s five-year-old was looking much more like herself.

      Dr Barrett stood up and took a final glance down at Clara. ‘It looks like you are on the mend, princess,’ he said with a smile. ‘You’re a very lucky girl.’ His smile disappeared as he looked at Madeleine. ‘As are you,’ he added in a grave tone.

      She kissed her daughter’s forehead, tears of relief pricking at the corners of her eyes, but her attention was returned to Dr Barrett when he cleared his throat and motioned with a sharp jerk of his head that he wanted to speak with her – privately.

      She turned to leave the room and dutifully followed in his wake.

      ‘When will Tom be home?’ Dr Barrett enquired. In his sixties, the Knockroe doctor had been on first name terms with Madeleine’s family for years, and had been her GP since she was a child. She secretly wondered when he was going to retire. Tom said that Frank Barrett would retire at his funeral. He was probably right.

      ‘Not until later. He had to get back to work. He was here for the first few days, of course, but when it looked like she was out of the woods, he went back yesterday.’

      Tom had been wonderful at keeping poor Clara’s spirits up, especially when one day he’d arrived home with, of all things, a blow-up kayak and a huge cuddly dolphin, promising their little girl that once she was all better, he’d take her out on the water like they did in Florida. This had raised a much needed smile from her rash-covered face, and even a few giggles when Tom and Jake proceeded to re-enact on the floor of her bedroom the loveliest moment of their trip; a memorable day out on the gulf when a family of blue dolphins had appeared and proceeded to jump up and down alongside their kayak, delighting them all, especially Clara.

      ‘He only has so much annual leave left unfortunately, and we have holidays booked for the summer,’ Madeleine babbled to the doctor, which earned her a stern harrumph. ‘I’m sorry, you’re right – that shouldn’t matter at a time like this.’

      Especially when it had been a holiday that had got them into all this trouble in the first place.

      ‘You’re right, she must have picked it up on the flight back from Florida,’ Tom had agreed, when the doctor first came to examine Clara, echoing Madeleine’s early assessment.

      On the GP’s advice, her husband had been in touch with the health board to report the incident and put them on alert for potential contamination amongst other passengers.

      ‘The timeline does sound right,’ the doctor concluded. ‘You got back, when – Saturday week? So she would have been exposed about ten days prior to showing any symptoms. Unfortunately, further exposing her classmates at Applewood in the ensuing time,’ he’d added pointedly, and, thinking of little Rosie O’Hara, Madeleine winced.

      Now Dr Barrett turned to face her as they reached the living room. ‘I don’t know if you and Tom are really cognisant of just how lucky your family is – how lucky Clara is. Especially when you already dodged a bullet with Jake.’ He narrowed his eyes at her from behind his spectacles and ran a hand through his full head of shockingly white hair. Madeleine sensed a lecture. She wished Tom was here – especially as she guessed what was coming next. It was so hard having to defend their position over and over – mortifyingly difficult actually, given what they’d just been through. Her husband was much better than she at arguing the reasons behind their decision not to vaccinate Clara, and Tom had for the most part taken this recent misfortune in his stride.

      ‘We just need to wait things out, Maddie. She’ll be fine. We’ve been through this before,’ he reassured, when, after Clara’s diagnosis, Madeleine had castigated herself for their failures. But Tom had once again proceeded to reiterate the reasons why they had decided against the jabs in the first place, outlined their full decision-making process when Jake was a baby and arrived at the same conclusion. ‘We said the risk was one we weren’t willing to take, and now it’s time for us to stand by that,’ he’d repeated gently, while Madeleine thought it was all fine and well to make such decisions without having to face the fallout of the reality: namely a sick child who was feverish and uncomfortable.

      But, in truth, Clara did seem to be fighting it well, and now, thank goodness, looked to be in the clear.

      ‘I need to encourage you again,’ Frank Barrett reiterated. ‘When Clara is fully recovered, go and get your children protected against the rest of all these godforsaken illnesses medicine conquered years ago. I’m serious, Madeleine.’ She put up a hand, trying to appease him, but he continued. ‘No, as your doctor, it is my job to say this. You know, there are a lot of GPs in this country who wouldn’t even allow your kids near their surgery. The only reason I haven’t had that policy with you is because I have known your family for ever. But I have to put my foot down now. Do you know just how bad this could have been? Do you have any idea? I’m receiving complaints from parents all over Knockroe and beyond. Madeleine, they don’t want their kids around yours – especially not at school.’

      ‘Please, Frank,’ said Madeleine, trying to keep her voice from quivering. ‘You know this is something that Tom and I have always felt very strongly about—’

      ‘Bah!’ Dr Barrett bellowed, throwing up his hands in frustration. ‘Nonsense. Conspiracy theories against the pharmaceutical companies. For heaven’s sakes, Madeleine, you know those autism studies were debunked years ago. I thought you were smarter than that; I know you are. All vaccines have ever done is eradicate serious illness. Do you know how many people in Third World hellholes would love to have access to something as simple as the freely distributed preventative medicine we take for granted? Do you know how many lives it would save?’

      The doctor sighed heavily and dropped onto the sofa, seemingly exhausted. He looked at one of the plush throw pillows that he had disturbed from its artful arrangement and appeared thoughtful.

      Madeleine could sense him softening somehow – like his rant had run out of steam. She didn’t know what to say to him. She understood his point of view, of course she did. But they’d been through this time and time again when the kids were younger.

      ‘Do you want a glass of water? A cup of tea, maybe?’ she asked kindly. He had done so much for her family over the last week, and she understood his stress.

      Dr Barrett shrugged. ‘Tea would be great. Thank you.’

      Madeleine retreated to the kitchen, vaguely aware this was one room of the house that had yet to be completely rescued from neglect when Clara was in the throes of her illness. And, as if the house wasn’t bad enough, after the last week, Madeleine knew that she too badly needed taking in hand. She put a hand up and ran it through her hair, now flat and straggly, and she guessed her unmade-up face looked haggard, and a million miles from her bubbly blonde TV persona.

      Washing her hands, she swallowed the compulsive urge to automatically grab the bleach and begin scrubbing things down right there and then – to try and restore order. Instead she put the kettle on and brought it to a boil. She pulled a teapot down from the cabinet as she eyed the wine glasses that were housed right above it.

      What I wouldn’t give for one of you bad boys just now, she thought ruefully. Alas, it was barely noon and she wasn’t one of those people. Not yet at least.

      Though her Mad Mum alter-ego would probably advise her to go right ahead.

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