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Caroline arrived home that evening feeling as though she’d been hit by a ton of bricks. Mark had forgotten to switch the outside lights on — odd, as he was always the one reminding her to switch them on, then off again in the morning. It was on his to-do list to wire light sensors into them so they’d go off and on automatically with sunrise and sunset, but he hadn’t got round to it yet. Still, it was unlike him to forget to switch them on.
There was a light on in the living room — the distant glow of the sideboard lamp, accentuated with the flickering colours of the television, which played off the walls.
She switched off her engine, grabbed her bag and got out of the car. She was sure this place would feel like home at some point. It was much bigger than the place they’d had in Lond
