Molly's here.
Sean looks up, checking that the lamp-light, the scratch of his pen across the paper, haven't woken her, but she's out. Deep asleep.
He smiles against the tightening in his chest.
Waiting for me when I got home from meeting tonight. Flung herself on me before I even saw her and said she hated her mum's boyfriend and she was never
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