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‘. . . Why knocks an angel in Bethlehem?’

There was a brief pause, and then his voice said:

‘Are you there, Tom?’

My head snapped up.

What?

I dropped Cupid’s Engine, loose pages spilling out all over the bathroom floor.

What?

Cu-clunk. Buuuuuuuuuuuuurrr.

Pants still around my ankles, I raced across the hallway towards the living room.

The other person has cleared.

The other person has cleared.

The other person has cleared.

I pushed the door open and stood in the doorway, heart thumping, staring at the phone.

The other person has cleared.

My father had been dead for almost seven years.

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Analogue

You have no new messages.

You have no new messages.

You have no new m—

You have no—

You have. One. Saved message. From. 11 May . . .

‘Hey, it’s me . . . Me, Imogen . . . your wife. Are you there? . . . Are you there? . . . No? All right, fine. I hope you haven’t forgotten to eat and died. Love you. Call you later. Love—’

Message saved.

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You were called yesterday at. Fourteen. Thirty—