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What She Came Home To

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I had always known how to come home to an empty room. Nobody had taught me what to do with a lit one."

I got back to Thornmere at a quarter to eleven, with a headache behind my eyes and a feeling I could not name: the hollow, scoured lightness of a house after the furniture has been moved out.

I had stopped twice on the way. Once at the roadside, to let the shaking run all the way through me and out. Once at a petrol station, where I bought a paper cup of tea so bad that it was almost a comfort
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