She’d been there for nearly two hours. The police had taken her statement and she’d kept to her story of having been in the house last night. Something that she knew was probably hard for Len to swallow as she hadn’t been near the house for ten years. ‘Why?’ he said. ‘Why what?’ Shirley asked. But she knew why. ‘Why everything. Why this? Why’d you leave? Where did you go? Why’ve you come back now? Who’ve you been with? What about your kids?’ With each question Shirley could see Len getting angrier and as much as it annoyed her to have to face these questions, she knew that he had every right to ask them. ‘I’ve been back a few times but I’ve bottled it whenever I’ve got near the house.’ This was her fourth attempt to knock on her old front door and she would have probably bottled it again if she hadn’t watched the police arrive and heard what they’d said. ‘Not surprising.’ She ignored the jibe. ‘And this –’ She waved her arms, indicating her being there under the circumstances they both found themselves in ‘– well, this is because I saw the coppers pull up outside and followed them to the door.
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