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A novella in 21 chapters
The Plot: Chapter 10
Evidence
Jorja
It was a lovely bedroom, spotless and well-aired, though it felt a little like a shrine to his daughter — Gina, had he said? — with the Nirvana and Spiderbait posters, the sports trophies, the photos, the soft toys.
‘Sorry. I’ll get some storage boxes in the morning.’
‘Please don’t apologise! And you don’t need to put away your daughter’s things.’
‘Yes, I do.’
There was no answer to that, and anyway, she was too exhausted to argue.
She fell asleep quickly, and if there were dreams, then they left no trace in her memory.
When she woke, the sunlight was already streaming through the gap in the curtains. She could hear the constant hum of traffic outside. She yawned, stretched, glanced at the bedside clock. It was an old-fashioned, round alarm clock with a bell on top.
Twenty-five to ten.
Shit shit shit. Late for work!
Unless … ?
No: her phone confirmed the bad news. The clock was accurate.
After a hasty, apologetic text exchange, she investigated the compact ensuite. Again, as clean as a hotel bathroom. Neither a…
