Margaret arrived at half past seven.She came in with her key the way she did every morning, coat on, bag on her shoulder, already running through her mental list. Reception desk. Kettle on. Break room. Stock check before the first patient came in. She figured Elara was long gone. The girl had a deadline today , she had mentioned it yesterday before everyone left. Margaret had not thought twice about it. She unlocked the front door, stepped in, hung up her coat. Turn the lights on. Power was back. Good. She went to the reception desk, straightened everything up the way she liked it, wiped the counter down, checked the appointment book.Then she went to the break room.She pushed the door open and reached for the light switch.Then Stopped.Elara was on the couch fast asleep, curled up small, an enormous dark jacket pulled around her like a blanket. Hair everywhere. Completely out.And in the chair right next to the couch , pulled close, not across the room, right
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