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The last thing I ever thought I’d have to do was lock my own daughter up. But I’m out of options. Yeah, the sun is up and she’ll probably sleep all day—but I can’t risk it. What if she got confused, stepped outside? She’d burn to death.
They sell spades at work, but I couldn’t risk running into someone I know—especially Kate. Didn’t think I could face her line of questioning. I’m a terrible liar and I’m bound to confess all as soon as I saw her. I felt guilty enough buying the b****y thing from the DIY shop thirty miles away. For some reason, I felt that a woman buying a spade immediately suggested murderer. So I bought a few potted plants and a rake, just in case.
And a few bottles of wine in the shop next door.
Our garden can barely hold the title. There’s just a small wooden shed
