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Thames End Village, Surrey – Two Weeks Later
That morning Petra drifted around the house in the heavy daze of the sleep deprived. She showered and ate; she neither noticed what she wore nor what she swallowed. The malaise had been going on for weeks. At least once a day Petra went to her wardrobe safe and took out Sahar’s notebook. She’d run her fingers over the beautiful script, wondering what it said, what the girl had written about and was so important that she’d begged her to keep it safe. Looking at the book was a ritual that Petra recognised as being dysfunctional but the act was still helping her deal with her state of mind.
Fortunately, Matt was still away but as she sat at the kitchen table drinking tea and the doorbell rang, she hoped that he would be there and not Sandie o
