Only two minutes earlier, we were stood at the black gate waving bye bye to H and her toddler. They drove away – at first, slowly, returning our goodbyes, then with applied acceleration once the car had crawled passed. Even then, premonitions danced in my gut – visions of being locked out of house and home. And my imagination wasn’t disappointed. Behind me, the wind schemed, and with a Machiavellian gust, I heard something slam, clatch firmly shut. I turned around to find the front door securely closed. Bullet proof. My mouth and stomach joined ranks in shock.

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