‘And then they were gone,’ I said to Mark. We were sitting in the living room of our house in the Lace Market, Nottingham. Mark had not let go my hand since we arrived. He sat so close I felt his hot breath in my ear.
‘What will you do now?’ he asked.
‘I’m going to send Mum the lace cross,’ …
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