But what was she to do with him? Kim turned away, needed a moment’s freedom from those following eyes. She moved to the kitchen sink, to fill the kettle, the small domestic ritual calming her.
‘Would you like some tea? Or coffee perhaps?’
He nodded.
‘Which then?’
He shrugged and put his head on one side, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he were thinking.
Perhaps he couldn’t speak? That would make things easier - and more difficult. She had to know.
‘Can you talk?’
The low sibilant ‘Yes’ horrified her.
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