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Her breath has caught slightly; she feels almost winded. Death is a clean break. She glances across the room at Walter, to see if he’s noticed, but he is oblivious.
Josie tucks the hand wash into the back of her underwear drawer with the Nespresso pod. It came in such a pretty bottle: dark gray with a cherry-blossom print on it, like Japanese art. And it smells like Alix.
I didn’t even have a key to our flat. I just used to have to wait in for him to get home from work.
She’s not ready to leave. Not even slightly.
The others too.
‘Where’s Alix? Is she coming? Is she coming?’ “I said yeah. She’s coming. She’s in an Uber. She’ll be here soon. And then… Well, he tried to leave. Yeah.”
And then I started seeing Walter—”
She has told of surviving her ordeal by sucking on the strands of a floor mop in a bucket of dirty water left on a shelf in the cupboard where she’d been abandoned.
was breaking free. It was all happening. It was all within reach. And I think she knew it.
the night she came home and found Roxy kneeling over the white-clad body of Brooke Ripley with tears coursing down her cheeks, wailing, “I didn’t mean to do it, Mum, I didn’t mean to do it.” And Erin standing in the doorway, staring and rocking with her hand to her mouth,