Chapter TenAgnes awoke and glanced at the clock. She was just about to reach across to wake Alan, when she saw that his side of the bed was empty. She raised herself up and looked around the room, expecting to see him making coffee. But then flopped back down onto the bed, when she recalled he had spent the night in his own home.
Alan still owned a semi-detached house in a quiet part of Heaton, a short distance from the city centre. He had planned to put it on the market, when they had talked of buying something together. But, so far, he hadn't got around to it, which meant he needed to go back every now and again to make sure everything was as it should be.
Agnes heaved a sigh as she got out of bed. She had spent the last couple of days within easy reach of the hotel as it had been too
