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He stared intently at the rear-view mirror and watched as Amie perched against the wall at the front entrance to Oakham Police Station.
He’d picked the perfect spot. The parking bay on Station Road meant he could watch her in his mirrors and there was no way she’d be able to see his face. She wouldn’t recognise the hire car, either. She never did. His positioning gave him the best chance of getting away quickly, should he need to, but he got the impression that wouldn’t be necessary.
She looked different. Her soul seemed heavier. Burdened. It wasn’t the same kindly soul he’d known for all those years, loved for all those years. He could see what this had done to her, and it ate him up inside.
He hadn’t wanted it to work out like this. Of course he hadn’t. She was never meant to be a
