![]() Unless I come back through the woods, by Blackwater Lane.” “I’ll be fine, it’ll only take me forty minutes. ![]() “I don’t really like going to bed without knowing you’re back safely.” I thought I’d go and lie down in the spare room that way, if I do fall asleep, you won’t disturb me when you come in.” “Yes, but it doesn’t seem to be shifting. I feel the air heavy on my skin and think of the storm looming no rain has arrived yet but instinct tells me it won’t be far behind. It started about an hour ago and it’s getting steadily worse. “Yes, it’s just that I’ve got an awful migraine. “I was, but the thought of you waiting for me was too tempting,” I tease. “I thought you were going back to Connie’s.” ![]() “Already?” His voice comes down the line. “I’m on my way,” I tell him, fumbling for the door handle in the dark. ![]() From the ringtone I know that it’s Matthew. As I reach it, my mobile starts ringing, its sound muffled by my bag. John laughs, the hot air dense around us. A loud crack echoes off the ground, making Connie jump. The thunder starts as we’re saying goodbye, leaving each other for the summer holidays ahead. ![]()
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