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2024-10-29 19:42:56Josh waited in the library until Miranda finished work so they could go back together. She partly wished he hadn’t, she wanted to be alone.
His easy smile came into view as he walked towards her car. He got in and went to kiss her, but she moved her face a little so he got her cheek. He ignored this, and instead asked her eagerly about her first day.
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The next morning, Miranda was under no illusion that she was alone. The first thing she did was check her phone. But there was no message.She made herself go through the motions of the day, trying to block out any thoughts or feelings. It was easier that way.Dr Bainbridge took her into the archaeological room in the afternoon and despite her depression, she did enjoy looking at some of the recent Roman artifacts from the last dig. He left her to study a copper coin with the face of Emperor Nero embossed onto it. Under the microscope she could see all the intricate details of his profile. Miranda became aware of someone standing beside her. A short man in his early 40’s with thick rimmed spectacles had appeared to the left of her. He gave her a large grin and introduced himself.“Hi, Miranda isn’t it? I’m Roger.” M
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The whole shop was silent. Natasha was holding her Champagne mid sip staring wide-eyed at Miranda. Her mum looked horrified, and Chloe…well. Miranda didn’t have to wait long to find out how she was feeling.“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Within a fraction of a second, Chloe was launching herself at Miranda. Clear intent to use her stiletto shaped acrylics to gouge out her older sisters’ eyes. Miranda was unusually quick however, and dodged her sister's attack, the dress she was holding crashing to the ground.The sound of her mum’s voi
