Gina stomped down the stairs, her dressing gown buttoned right up to her throat. In the kitchen, she found Trevor, staring into space, a mug of coffee and a plate of toast on the table in front of him

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IF there was one thing Glenda Williams had always been proud of, it was her organisational skills. At school, the other girls had always come to her for help when sorting out their revision timetables

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Hannah and Matt needed a fresh start, but could they really put the past behind them?