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Megan Wilkes was starting to feel lonely. If she was honest with herself, she’d always felt lonely, but she’d rarely had any trouble feeling better with a bit of male company. That wasn’t possible now, though. With Tom dead and both she and Alex under the watchful gaze of the police, even she was starting to struggle on the companionship front.
Charlie had texted her an hour or two earlier, asking if she was free that evening. She’d been sorely tempted to say yes, but there was no way she was going there after what he said to her last time.
The flat felt empty. It had always been empty, other than her and the odd visitor, but there was something different about it now. It felt more like a permanent emptiness — one which would prove far more difficult to shake off.
She wondered if sh
