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It had been a long time since she had seen Michael looking so vulnerable. Her heart had dropped when he’d told her he needed help. And she wasn’t ashamed to admit that her first thought was that he’d played this card before.
She’d tried to help him when he’d ended up in Mildenheath General Hospital after a drugs overdose. She’d brought him home, given him shelter, food and warmth. And how had he repaid her?
She froze on the spot, looking at him lying in his hospital bed. She remembered that night in Robert Ludford’s kitchen, strapped to the chair, Michael leaning over her. She felt the fear and dread all over again, the same as she had when he was casually revealing the ways in which he’d killed those five women. But that was due to his mental condition, surely? He was her brother. A
