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I take the stairs two at a time, my feet pounding down on them as I yell Ellie’s name. When I get to the top of the stairs, I realise I’ve never been up here before. I’m disorientated. In all the years Emma’s lived here, we’ve never been invited upstairs. Not that we should have been, but it strikes me as odd.
There was never any reason. We’ve only been here probably a handful of times, and that was always for drinks or a bite to eat. With a downstairs toilet, what point was there in going upstairs?
I look around for a loft hatch. There isn’t one. There are three doors off the hallway, all of them closed. I listen behind each one. I can’t even picture the video now. Was it definitely a loft? Could it have been a storage room or spare room? No, it was definitely a loft. I swear I
