the direction of her home towards Billy's. There was something to be salvaged from that house and room, something else they wouldn't be able to get over his voice speaking a message to her: if there was a child, speaking to the child. 'If he loved you,' the priest had said, 'that shows...' She walked rapidly in the thin June sunlight towards the worst horror of all.
The End
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