She went to Nottingham on the eleventh day, alone, at ten o'clock at night, and stood on a street she had known since she was four and could not make herself go up the path for about twenty minutes.
Then the front door opened, because her mother had been standing at the front window in the dark since half past nine, the way she had every night since the eleventh of August.
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