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The hospital canteen was almost as bad as the one at the station, so Wendy felt very much at home. Katie McCourt, though, looked less than pleased at having had the past dragged up again. She twisted a piece of tissue around her finger as she stared at the steaming styrofoam mug of tea.
‘I realise it’s difficult to have to go through things again,’ Wendy said. ‘Especially after having consigned them to the past. But I hope you’ll understand that we need to look at things with a fresh pair of eyes in light of... Well, recent developments.’
Katie kept staring at the tea and was silent for a few moments before she started talking.
‘I know it sounds ridiculous to say it, but I feel nothing towards him. I don’t hate him. I never wished him dead. I think more than anything I feel sorry fo
