Jo Bishop gasped for air. She pulled at her top, hoping to escape the unbearable suffocation. The weight pressed down on her.

I am going to die! They have found me out! They know I did it!

Bishop’s breathing grew shallower. There was a final exhalation, then stillness: no sound; no movement.  

’JB! JB! What’s the matter?’   

‘What? What do you mean?’

‘You were having a bad dream!’

‘Was I?’

‘Yes, you were! I’m surprised you weren’t heard at the other side of the cricket ground!’

Jo Bishop pulled herself up and looked at Bill Harker lying next to her. She had grown used to having him share her bed.

I never thought he would have the guts to lea...

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