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It was late. The students and staff had long gone home. Dinner time had come and gone hours ago.
The words on the screen were beginning to blur. Stella should go home. Eat and sleep. But Ben was staying with a friend and she couldn't face going back to an empty house.
At least hauled up in her office with the door open Stella felt comfortable. Work had always been the thing she hid behind. A refugee when her personal life was crumbling.
“I brought food,” Jack said, standing in the doorway. Half making her jump out of her skin. “I got the sense you would be working late.”
“You know me too well, I hate it,” Stella murmured, rubbing her eyes.
“No you don't,” Jack said with a small grin.