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nd the church across the road. There's not a single modern-style house on the street, and I can kiss goodbye to the idea of a surprise Miller Speci

t of. It's nestled between two other homes on eithe

slightly in doubt before she picks up her clipboard from the passenger seat to check the address. It must be corre

garden. I make no move to follow, at least not until Eli tires of waiting and opens my door for me. I glare at him

It's still barely half the size of our house back home, but it has two floors, and there are two windows upstairs t

e; the paint chipped to show a darker, rotted wood beneath it. She continues down

frowning, and she peers at her notes again l

cause stepping through that little wooden gate into the garde

er?" I argue, my hands on my hips in defiance

ris Miller, and several times since, and again right before we left the home in London. I'm just stalling, and the slight twitch of t

oulder and gives me a warm, reassur

e died. It just doe

fact he's shown himself to be something more than the emotionless robot he's been presenting for the last month. But mostly, I'm just pleased. Pleased that he's showing some emotion for the first time since we found out our pa

ir of the car. It stays stuck up at odd angles when he drops his arms back to his sides, and my lips twitch with the impul

to accept that, but he did. For whatever reason. And I know you don't want to go

s before almost instantly replaced with anger, but Ra

you two with her." She pauses a moment, like she's waiting for me to argue some more. When I don't speak, she carries on brightly, as if she can force me to be enthusiastic just by using an excessively chirpy and annoying tone of voic

be staying the night in a hotel, and you both have my number. Any problems

o go back to London. Failing that, I could just run. My body is rushing with adrenaline, and Rachel isn't old, but

stop I spotted on our way in, and the chance of the universe aligning perfectly to allow a bus to pull