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Rachel had crept out of the house at daybreak. During the summer months, the non-sales staff were allowed to come in early to work in the cool of the morning. She could have left at three each day, but she hadn’t told her family. It was easier to pretend she had loads of overtime.
Today, Rachel clocked off at three. She had an appointment. An appointment she’d dithered about for days.
The Kloppers only lived through the back fence of the nursery, but it was further by road. Rachel parked her car next to the curb and clutched the steering wheel. What if talking to Dirk made things worse?
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Rachel jumped.
“My husband says come in. The kettle’s on.”
It was too late to change her mind. Rachel grabbed her purse, locked the car, and followed Mrs Klopper into the house. All
