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Hannah awoke to the sound of shouting. Reaching for her alarm clock, she noted it was 05:55. Who would be up at this time on a Saturday morning? More importantly, why? She tried to roll over and go back to sleep.
The voice was Sarah Bowman’s. Having lived next door to the family for eighteen months, she’d become accustomed to her tones. Benji Bowman’s mum was worried.
Sarah wanted to know where Callum was. Getting out of bed, Hannah made sure she remained lower than the window, wandering over and peeking outside, where Sarah was stood in a dressing gown, yelling at her eldest to go find his dad. At first, Hannah had thought Sarah was nice. Not anymore.
Benji Bowman appeared on the drive. When he took a sly glimpse up at her window, she ducked as fast as she could, hoping he hadn’t s
