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OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S

MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

NUNZIA’S finger hovered over Matteo’s number. She had big news to tell him – Susanna’s blog about the microscope, her innocence in its disappearance, and the new lead of absent-minded Father Anselmo.

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

L If they’re ever looking to recruit spies, forget handsome, fit, blue-eyed Bonds. Forget gym-buffed Daniel, impossibly good-looking Tom and danger magnet Matt. Look instead for a middle-aged woman in