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In that same moment, Carol was entering Wilton from the back road, heading past the Grain Corp silos. They continued along the Biloela road before slowing and turning onto Giles street. It was exactly six fifteen. For the most part, her son had resumed his messaging though he didn't seem to be texting as frantically as he had earlier. Now he was glancing up occasionally, sometimes even passing words. She hoped that he would snap out of it before they got home and he saw his dad. His father would not take his ignorance too kindly. Craig was keen to know how university had been, suspecting that he might have flunked a class or two. After all, his son had never been very good at dedicating himself to tasks at hand.
She was just turning the corner when she screamed, slammed on the breaks,
