She checked her email before she was properly awake on Sunday morning, sitting on the edge of her bed with her hair still flat on one side and her eyes adjusting slowly to the light from the screen.Nothing.She knew there wouldn't be. She'd known that when she sent the emails on Saturday and she'd known it when she woke up at three in the morning and checked the first time too. Clubs didn't sort their booking inquiries on Saturday nights. That wasn't how it worked. But knowing that hadn't stopped her from checking and it didn't stop her now so she put her phone down and got up and went to make coffee.Sunday had a different quality of quiet than Saturday. Saturday quiet felt like something you'd earned. Sunday quiet had an edge to it, that low persistent awareness of Monday sitting just beyond the afternoon, waiting with no particular patience.She studied for three hours after breakfast, working through a practice paper at the kitchen table with her second coffee going cold beside h
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