12
EBONY
‘If Brad is being watched, I’m done for.’ Ebony paced up and down in the kitchen of her new home. ‘No. I’m not. I have a whole new identity. A new life.’
She grabbed the house keys from the hook on the inside of the door on the walk-in pantry, put on her jacket, and slung her shoulder wallet over her head.
Ebony stood at the front gate of her two-storey, modern home taking in the vista of Port Phillip Bay that stretched out before her. She turned to look at the house―a good look―and wondered what old property they had pulled down to make way for this ultra-modern construction. She loved the convenience of the contemporary interior, but was saddened when she looked around at the other houses on the street ― some old and in various stages of disrepair. She imagined their owners
