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Isabel stood in front of the door to Milliways. Home. She'd go home. To Warren.
With a shaking hand she opens the door, stepping to the apartment she shared with her beloved husband. She pulled it closed, not saying a word. If he'd heard her and came out, she would talk but for now? For now she sits down inside, back against the closed door.
With a shaking hand she opens the door, stepping to the apartment she shared with her beloved husband. She pulled it closed, not saying a word. If he'd heard her and came out, she would talk but for now? For now she sits down inside, back against the closed door.