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Caroline headed home early that afternoon, having told her team she had another appointment. It wasn’t strictly true: the only appointment she had was with her sofa and a glass of wine. Even so, she could legitimately argue it was a medical appointment, and there was no doubt whatsoever in her mind that she absolutely needed the extra rest if she was going to be able to see out this investigation.
One of the things she’d noticed creeping in recently was a distinct lack of patience and a growing irritability with almost everything. It wasn’t her usual style, but it wasn’t entirely new, either. She’d first noticed it a few months earlier, and it had continued to grow since. She supposed it was a result of a few things: uprooting the family and moving to Rutland, living with cancer, deal
