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By the time Caroline got home, she felt numb. Feelings and visions from the past came to her often, but recently they’d got far more vivid. She wondered if the physical distance she’d created by moving to Rutland had forced her mind to focus on it more. It was almost as if creating an emotional and physical distance was a snub to what’d happened. Whitewashing it from the tapestry of life. And her mind wouldn’t let her do that.
‘Good day?’ Mark asked as she walked into the house, the familiar smell of his chicken curry wafting through the hallway.
‘Yeah. Yeah, not bad,’ she replied, keen to avoid having to think about what had really happened.
‘I’ve made a jalfrezi. Not quite as good as Dining Street, but I think I’m getting closer.’
‘Thank you. It smells lovely.’ And it did. Althou
