Ill lead
She fumbled for her key. It was definitely in here, she knewit. Where the fuck? If she’d lost it she’d need to call him and that was the last thing on her mind after the day she’d had. Before long, though, she knew it. It was gone, he had the spare and that was that. She shook her bag a little to level the contents, then slung it over her shoulder and sighed loudly. She spent the next 45 minutes walking around town, trying to figure out a way of getting into her flat, tracing her steps to...