Being owned Part 10
“Better get going”, I muttered and got up. Half an hour later I was shaved and showered and walked into my small kitchen to make coffee. Someone had been here, either while I had been still in bed or in the bathroom. A newspaper lay next to the kettle. Intrigued I took the paper. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I recognised the header. This was from my parent's hometown. The date was from a few days ago. Fearing the worst, I opened the obituaries first. No-one I knew. With a sigh of...