Paul’s stride faltered. She knew he must have seen her, must have realised that she had followed him and what she had witnessed.
Her body was starting to work again. She found she could move her legs, now, and took a step backwards. Paul was still approaching, more slowly, his arms stretched out towards her. She spun round and took off at a run, not up Richmond Hill towards the home she shared with this man she didn’t want near her, the house where their daughter slept unaware, but off to the left along the main street through the town. She didn’t know where she was going. She barely cared. Her body might be functioning once more, but her brain was numb.
‘Jo, Jo, wait …’
She heard him call after her. She ran all the harder.
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