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When Caroline finally arrived home, she was surprised to find the living room light on. Mark was usually in bed long before now, and she hoped this didn’t signify another argument was on the cards.
She switched off the engine on her Volvo, opened the door and stepped out onto the driveway. It was a clear night; bitterly cold, but beautiful in its own way, with the stars clearly visible in the night sky. She walked up to the front door and tentatively put her key in the lock, opening the door as quietly as she could. Even though Mark was still up, the boys would be asleep, and her house had a terrible habit of transferring sounds through the walls.
As she stepped into the living room, she saw Mark. He wasn’t fully dressed; instead, he was huddled in his dressing gown, his hair askew.
