Winded

I felt my legs start to give, as if they'd decided they would no longer support my weight. Suddenly, the floor seemed a long way away, and I started to stumble - but just in time, I realised the sofa wasn't far from me. With no thought or co-ordination, I collapsed onto it.

Sitting slumped forward, I felt as if a punch had knocked the breath from my lungs.

Focusing on the pattern of the sofa seemed so much easier than trying to take in the incredible scene in the room: Kate lying in a pool of her own blood on the floor, Jen standing with her mouth and eyes wide open - her life seemingly on pause, and Lewis, gory but calm, picking up the telephone receiver.



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