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ed light of the room, My mouth falls open. "Oh no, what's wrong

g shoulder. "He's a sleepwalker. Sorry to disturb you. I've got this now." He leaves the ro

That poor little boy. He came in here to see me and I di

scared? Oh, I fe

elf up to sit on the edge of the be

of looking after this kid, I can't have

was looking for company f

feel like the weight of the world is on my should

lk to the window to pull the heavy drapes back. It's just

and I look down to see Mr. Mas

d moments later I see his Porsche pull out and disappear up the

to work f

the

day. Who does that? Well, screw this, I'm going to go and check on him. He's probably upstairs crying, sca

t, for Chr

ng room and I can smell the eggs that Mr. Masters cooked himself

? I'm in some stupid rich twat's house, worried abou

kes me feel nervous. It's luxurious up here. The corridor is wide, and the cream carpet feels lush b

peer around it and see Samuel sound asleep, tucked in nice and tight. I walk into his room and sit on the side of the bed. He's wearing bright blue and green dinosaur pyjamas, and his little glasses are on his side table, beside his lamp. I find myself smiling as I watch him. Unable to help it, I put my hand out and push the dark hair from his forehead. His bedroom is neat and tidy, filled with expensive furniture. It kind of looks like you would imagine a child's bedroom being set out in a perfect family movie. Eve

r. Masters must do this before he goes to bed.

uel is so young. With one last look at Samuel, I creep out of the

e en-suite bathroom

be Mr. Mast

I wonder what his room is like, and I can't st

W

dark antique furniture. A huge, expensive, gold and magenta embroidered rug sits on the floor beneath the bed. The lig

e sure I keep my room tid

one according to his

s there. Did he really touch himself in there last night as he thought of me, or am I completely delus

hrough me. I may return the

ry neat. There is a large mirror, and I can see that a slender cabinet sits behind it. I push the mirror and

Razors. Ta

ndo

his wife died. Does h

old way. I see a bottle of aftershave and I pick it

n in a

r. Masters' face suddenly app

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