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London’s youngest agency head fatally ghost touched!
Lucy can’t breathe. She barely hears the water glass shatter against the wall. She feels numb. She feels like someone has cracked open her chest and yanked out her heart. She can’t remember when she started screaming.
At the funeral, nobody will look at her. Especially George. She tried to call, to explain, but he cut her off.
“He left you half the house.”
Then an angry click.
Back in her flat she lays on the floor, still dressed in black. There’s no more reason to cry. No more reason to do anything.