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Chapter 102
Loading dishes into the washer, humming to myself, I hover over whether I fancy a glass of cava, or if I would prefer to crack open a brie and a bottle of Rioja. …. Decisions, decisions…. …. Holidays can be so stressful…. I decide on the cheese option and am heading for the cold slab in the larder when from somewhere above me comes a crash and a scream…. Charlotte! …. She’s fallen down the stairs? . She’s fallen down the stairs?I set off at a sprint. She’s not on the staircase, so that fear at least is belayed. Nonetheless, I charge up, taking the steps two at a time. I dash across the hall to where the bedroom door is standing open then all but screech to a halt on the threshold…. They’ve not seen me, but he has her down, pinned to the carpet, and as I watch he’s stripping her. J
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