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Tara climbed the stairs slowly, carrying a pile of washing she had just taken from the dryer. The washing had been there since Sunday, but she hadn’t given it a thought, she was only doing anything with it now because her brother wanted her to empty the laundry baskets and put the washing on before she headed off to school.
School was the last place she wanted to go, she couldn’t keep her mind on the things she wanted to do, let alone the things she didn’t, but Kieran was insistent, and while their dad was away he was in charge.
When she reached the top of the stairs she crossed to the door of her sister’s bedroom, or rather the doorway since there was no longer a door, and stopped. A voice in her mind, which sounded a lot like her father’s, told her she was being silly, but she coul
