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Jack was woken shortly after seven o’clock the next morning by Chrissie rummaging around in the wardrobe.
‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘Go back to sleep.’
‘Bit bloody late now. What are you playing at?’
‘Trying to find my other handbag. It’s got my driving licence in it.’
‘What do you need that for?’
‘I’ve got to pick up the van at eight, and I need it to sign the documents.’
Jack sat up. ‘What bloody van?’
‘The van for picking my stuff up.’
‘What, today?’
‘Why not? No time like the present. It’s the last day of half-term, so I’m not going to get another chance for a while. Maybe not before the baby comes. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get you to speak to Emily for so long? I can’t just work everything around you, Jack. I’ve got a life and a career too. Ah. Here it is,’ she s
