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Once Derek Arnold had gone, Caroline and Mark sat back down.
‘Would you like a drink?’ Mark asked.
‘God, yes please.’
‘I imagine you’ll want something a bit stronger tonight.’
‘Definitely.’
‘Actually, I think there’s a bottle of gin in the kitchen. I’ll go and grab that.’
‘Oh. No. Maybe not that. On second thoughts, let’s just stick to wine.’
When Mark had come back with a bottle and two glasses, Caroline decided she needed to get straight to the point. There was no point delaying things any further. He’d waited long enough. She’d spent the whole day trying to think of words that might work, rolling them around in her mind, trying her hardest to put her thoughts together in a coherent stream that he might understand. But she didn’t know if he ever would.
She hoped she hadn’t do
