An hour later, we are all still sat around the dining table as my mum interrogates me about Aileen.

"Have you seen your sister lately?"

"No mum," I frown as I consider my reply, "I told you, I haven't seen her since the last time we were here."

"It's just," my Mother presses, "you girls used to be so close."

"Yes, but things change."

Aileen and I hadn't been close in years. She pushed me out when she started rebelling against our parents.

"She ...