Time started to become rather fluid for Mira after that night. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into seconds, seconds turned to hours, then months and years and no time at all? She couldn’t tell how long she’d been in that hotel room, or when she moved out and into Jack’s flat, or was it her flat, Charlie’s house, her grandma’s house? Where was she now? Outside in the park? No, by the canal on her date with Jack that summer. But why was Charlie there. They didn’t have that date.
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