Chapter 37 Text From Fiona

Rachel

I didn’t go back to sleep. I lay there until the gap in the blind went grey, then pink, then gold.

At half 7 I made coffee in the little stovetop pot Fiona gave me 2 Christmases ago, because the pod machine was too loud and I wanted something to do with my hands. Blue all the way out. A bloke...

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