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When I get back home, I find a note from Tash to say she’s popped out for an hour to get some shopping. I always feel a pang of guilt when I see signs of normality like this. When a child goes missing, your life stops dead, yet there are things which have to continue as normal, like eating and sleeping. That’s one of the worst things about it; feeling guilty for carrying out your natural bodily functions. That’s what it does to you.
I’m glad Tash isn’t here as I need to get the money from the safe and go. Doing that with her in the house would be more than difficult. I have a sudden bolt of adrenaline as I realise how woefully unprepared I am for this. It was meant to be a carefully thought-through plan, but now I seem to be racing along at a hundred miles an hour, thinking of th
