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Karen cupped her hands around the steaming mug of coffee. She lifted it to her mouth and blew on the liquid, causing it to ripple, before she took a sip. The bitter black liquid scalded her throat as it slipped down, but she still savoured the taste.
She had had grown accustomed to drinking her coffee black during her pregnancy. The taste of dairy had made her feel sick during the last six months and, by the time Charlotte had been born, she was used to the taste.
It was almost one in the morning, but Karen was still not feeling tired.
Her mind was a jumble of thoughts that she was trying desperately to organise into some form of coherent order.
Dan had stayed until almost midnight and, all the time he was there, Karen had to fight the urge to unburden herself to him and tell him ev
