Annie Smallbone lives up to her newly acquired surname. Splinter-thin, I could snap her in two with a flick of the wrist. She’s only been married a month yet wraps her unhappiness around her like a cloak. She stands uncertain, as if she needs time to shake off the last eight hours and she is ignored by colleagues who shuffle out behind her as she shivers off a memory of the day. She walks left, contrary to her normal route home.
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