The Cradle in the Grave

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by Sophie Hannah


  He groans, blinks. ‘Light off,’ he mumbles, groggy with sleep. ‘Fuck’s going on? Time is it?’

  I stand there crying, my feet bleeding onto the white rug.

  ‘Con?’ Kit hauls himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes. ‘What’s wrong? What’s happened?’

  ‘She’s dead,’ I tell him.

 

 

 


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