On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. ’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. Spurling. ” “But it changes things.
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