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instead to walk straight into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.

Julian was waiting in the kitchen, sitting on one of the wooden chairs by the window.

He had not used his key; the lock on the back door was old, and he knew how to slip the latch with a plastic card.

“You should have listened to us, Mother,” he said, pointing continue reading …