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Paul hadn’t been able to get Lauren’s words out of his head. He’d been planning a strategy all week. A huge bunch of daffodils—Wendy’s favourite—were on the car seat next to him, and he was parked within sight but well out of the way of his former home.
Ben and Lauren came out the front gate in their sports uniforms and headed across the park to the train station. He waited ten minutes before picking up the flowers, getting out of the car, locking it, and heading to the house. Please, Lord help her not to be on her way out the door.
He wiped his hands on his trousers and rang the doorbell.
A vacuum cleaner whined inside. Good. That meant she was unlikely to be going out any time soon.
The vacuum cleaner cut off and he heard Wendy’s footsteps come towards the door. There was a pause
