LOVE
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Canalside, Nottingham city centre
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Sian rested her head against her cupped hands on the table, unable to get a wink of sleep despite her tiredness. There was no natural light coming through to the meeting room so she had no way of even guessing the time, except that she knew she’d been there hours. They’d sent a uniform in to remove the handcuffs not long after interviewing her the night before, with a cup of tea and some food. She’d drunk the tea but not been able to stomach the food, which was sitting on the table and beginning to stink the room out with its school dinner smell of cheap meat and overcooked vegetables. She heard the door opening and sat up.
‘Good morning, Love.’ Kris smiled from the doorway. ‘Fancy seeing you here.’
Sian felt her throat tighten
