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By the time Caroline got home, her head was throbbing. She’d started to feel her energy levels dropping earlier, and knew she was in for a rough couple of days. Still, she’d deal with it the best she could. Her brain, though, was far from tired. Her mind was rarely in sync with her body, it seemed. If she was tired, her mind was active. When she felt brain-dead, her physical energy kept her awake.
She sat on the sofa after dinner and flicked through a couple of local magazines Mark had picked up on his journeys. He had a habit of mindlessly grabbing whatever he could find that focused on the Rutland area, from local business glossies to country living magazines and parish information leaflets. He’d always been someone who was keen to learn as much as he could about everything he could
