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The sun has disappeared. It’s only been about a week and I’m already getting used to this new nocturnal life. I suppose it’s no different to someone working a night-shift. People do it all the time.
Shit, didn’t Mum work the night-shift at a supermarket?
My throat catches a little, but only for a moment. I shouldn’t let returning memories bring me down. I need to think of them as another step forward.
And forward is home.
These woods should scare the hell out of me, but somehow, standing next to Kate, the fear has pretty much vanished.
“Look,” Kate whispers in my ear, pointing just ahead.
We stop by a tree, staring at the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
The deer’s head is perched down, sipping water from the stream, like something out of a wildlife documentary.
Kate p
