"Bloody hell, that rain's coming down sideways," Farah muttered, wiping condensation from the kitchen window. Outside, Manchester was disappearing under a grey, hammering curtain. Streetlights flickered weakly through the downpour. Rukhsana Hussain squeezed Farah's shoulder, her face tight with worry. "Imran was stuck on the motorway – flooded near junction ten. You can't cycle home in this, love. Stay over." Farah nodded...