
Friendship
First and Last Steps
His death had stolen my heart away, and for a year, I had no interest in searching for it back. But then, at eleven in
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His death had stolen my heart away, and for a year, I had no interest in searching for it back. But then, at eleven in

‘Mummy?’ Sophie asks, flinging our linked hands to and fro. ‘Yes?’ I answer mindlessly, strolling along the path hedged in by weather-beaten fences. Shouting pierces