A climbing rose looped around the white front door, a few cream-coloured blooms clinging to the thorny stems. Flowers still filled the small cottage garden even in September and it was obviously well loved and cared for. Apart from the lengthening lawn. But they’d seen that everywhere they’d been in the past three weeks. People had better things to do than mow the grass. Like trying to stay alive. “My mum was never into gardening before we moved here,” Micah said, staring at the colourful display. “The first thing she said to my dad was, ‘I’m not looking after this. Either you do it or we cover it with gravel.’ Then after we moved in I went off to college and by the time I came back for half term she’d turned into Alan Titchmarsh.” He smiled, but Alex could see the fear in his eyes. Micah was stalling. “I can go in first and check it out, if you want,” Alex said. Micah looked at the front door.
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