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Six women who had each survived the worst night of their lives, sitting in a circle of plastic chairs on a carved stone floor, under vaulted arches sweating with damp, drinking tea and watery coffee from a church-hall urn. Somebody had hung fairy lights along the old stone shelves where the Arnold family had once…
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There are three things you need to know before you read this. Firstly, I loved living alone. After years of sharing rooms and dealing with intrusive family members, this was the dream. Second, I was shy and hated engaging in conversation with strangers first. And third, I was a clueless girl and didn’t see the signs.




