The GalleryShe wondered if Hilda had remembered that she’d kept the key, and how long it would be before the new owners asked her to return it.
Replacing it in the jar for now, she set out to fulfil her plan for the morning. She planned to venture into town, to the one place she felt compelled to visit. She’d allowed herself enough time to complete the trip before her visitor arrived. Her journeys out of the house had been few and far between these last few weeks; she’d gone to Old Man Singh’s to stock up on the bare essentials, often foregoing the food she needed in favour of cheap cans or bottles of tasteless vodka that helped to take the edge off.
As she traipsed up Salt Hall, she saw Kayleigh Morris. She tried to block out the conversation, wanting nothing more than to sweep past and
