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It started on a drizzly and cold morning. I’m just settling down in my easy chair, ready to enjoy that first sip of morning coffee, when my front door starts being banged on. It was so loud it reminded me of a scene from a movie when the SS comes to a Jewish home. I jumped up and hurried to the door, only to find a young man and a small girl curled under his arm, asking-no, pleading to use my phone. I step to one side and let them enter-no questions asked. As the young man walks by me, he whispers so the little girls can’t hear. I think my wife has been murdered .
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
It started on a drizzly and cold morning. I’m just settling down in my easy chair, ready to enjoy that first sip of morning coffee, when my front door starts being banged on. It was so loud it reminded me of a scene from a movie when the SS comes to a Jewish home. I jumped up and hurried to the door, only to find a young man and a small girl curled under his arm, asking-no, pleading to use my phone. I step to one side and let them enter-no questions asked. As the young man walks by me, he whispers so the little girls can’t hear. I think my wife has been murdered .