JUMP
Angela’s house
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‘Love.’ The voice sounded far away. ‘Love!’ But very familiar. Someone was shaking her. Sian screwed up her eyes as she came to and pushed out her arms.
‘Gettoff,’ she said. She opened her eyes and tried to focus.
It was Kris. He looked very concerned. ‘You OK, Sian?’
She tried to pull away but he held on to her tightly. ‘Am fine,’ she said. She giggled, lightly. She felt like she might be drunk and wondered if she’d had that whole bottle of amaretto, and then remembered what had happened to it. She sat up. Her skin was cold and clammy.
‘You passed out,’ Kris said. He took hold of her chin and examined her pupils.
Sian tried to remember what had happened. But as she saw the chintzy sofa and the shiny wooden coffee table, the baby pictures and the silver
