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Chapter 12
Chapter 12It did look more manageable in the morning, whatever Sylvia’s fears the previous night. She’d been so tired—she was out of the habit of midnight emergencies. She’d fallen asleep the moment she’d rolled back into her cold sheets, still feeling the imprint of Lucy’s cheek against her hair, and wondering about that soft kiss. They were all three of them sitting at the kitchen table reassuring Marcus that they wouldn’t let his father take him back, when they were interrupted by the boy’s mother. “Is Marcus here, Dr Marks?” she asked without preface, as Sylvia opened the heavy front door to her knock. The roses round the door bobbed in the early morning sun as Sylvia looked at her consideringly. The woman had a bruised cheek and was clearly very unhappy. She looked as if she hadn’t
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