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‘Robert, is that you?’ Harriett called out, hearing the front door slam. No answer. I bet he’s in one of his moods. Perhaps Arsenal lost.

‘Robert? Are you there, love?’ Again, no response.

Harriett explored the hallway. No-one there.

She shrieked when she turned around and saw her husband standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at her.

‘God, you scared me’ she sighed. ‘You’re back then?’

Robert stood frozen, eyes vacant. Slowly, he reached out and gripped her by the neck.

‘Robert…?’ Harriett said, frightened.

Robert’s eyes remained emotionless as his hand began to squeeze tighter on her throat.

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