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Thirty-one
Josh waited in the library until Miranda finished work so they could go back together. She partly wished he hadn’t, she wanted to be alone.
His easy smile came into view as he walked towards her car. He got in and went to kiss her, but she moved her face a little so he got her cheek. He ignored this, and instead asked her eagerly about her first day.
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The next morning, Miranda was under no illusion that she was alone. The first thing she did was check her phone. But there was no message.She made herself go through the motions of the day, trying to block out any thoughts or feelings. It was easier that way.Dr Bainbridge took her into the archaeological room in the afternoon and despite her depression, she did enjoy looking at some of the recent Roman artifacts from the last dig. He left her to study a copper coin with the face of Emperor Nero embossed onto it. Under the microscope she could see all the intricate details of his profile. Miranda became aware of someone standing beside her. A short man in his early 40’s with thick rimmed spectacles had appeared to the left of her. He gave her a large grin and introduced himself.“Hi, Miranda isn’t it? I’m Roger.” M
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Miranda tried to open her eyes. She was vaguely aware of a pain in her head. It also didn’t feel like her body was in the right place. But she couldn’t work that out right now. Where was she? Finally opening her eyes, she tried to bring them to focus. All she could make out was scraps of metal and glass. Then it started to come back to her. The lorry. Josh driving. The lorry swerving into Josh’s side…Frantically looking over to her right, she caught sight of him. Her heart broke as she took in the image before her. There were cuts all over his face, likely from the smashed windscreen and driver side window. His right arm was at an odd angle, and she thought that it must be broken. His eyes were shut, and his lips were parted ever so slightly.She tried to call out to him, but it came out as more of a croak. “Josh? Josh wake up! Josh!”&
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“I cannot believe you have the audacity to show your face in here,” Sharon spat. She was trembling with rage.Miranda buckled under her gaze filled with pure hatred.Linda began to speak. “Perhaps I should wheel you back now Miranda?”She nodded. She couldn’t bear to be persecuted by Sharon right now. She felt too fragile.“Oh no. Now you’re here I want you to listen to what I have to say.”Miranda asked Linda to wait, and the nurse reluctantly obliged.“Are you aware of the catalogue of injuries my son is currently suffering from?”
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