Rachel Holkner

Briony chose the room. There were three similar upstairs, but this was the smallest and did not even come with a decent view. Her mother had intended it for storage. The room was slightly longer than it was wide, with wooden floorboards, pale yellow walls, one small square window and a cupboard built in to one wall.

“Briony,” her mother said, “You’ll never fit anything in that tiny cupboard. It doesn’t even have shelves.”

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