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Minutes passed.

A light, ice-cold rain rolled in on the wind, stinging my cheeks and forehead. I didn’t mind at all. A group of teenagers passed by. I watched them weaving their noisy, flirty way off up the road. They were laughing and joking despite the worsening weather, happy and drunk, finding excuses to touch each other – shoving, tripping, fake pushes into the oncoming traffic. I thought about Imogen laughing, the way she’d suddenly leap on me in bed when the alarm went off, screaming think fast at the top of her voice. I remembered her breathless laughter and wild thrashing when I pinned her down and tickled her when we fought, and her hysterical giggling at a YouTube video of a dog called Fenton chasing a herd of deer. I saw her laughing until her eyes were bright and shiny and she couldn’t catch her breath to speak. Then – like an uninvited guest at a party – I saw Sophie’s bright and shiny eyes, her serious expression, saw her knuckles coming down on Andrew Black’s letter.

Knock.