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She pulled up at the house and ran inside, as Plato padded happily to greet

her.
‘Hello?’ she asked, desperately. ‘Ash? Molly?’
She needed to see them. She knew she didn’t have long. She could feel the
Midnight Librar y waiting for her.
‘Outside!’ said Ash, chirpily, from the back garden.

And so Nora went through to find Molly on her tricycle again, unfazed by
her previous accident, while Ash was tending to a flower-bed.
‘How was your trip?’

Molly climbed off her tricycle and ran over. ‘Mummy! I missed you! I’m
really good at biking now!’
‘Are you, darling?’
She hugged her daughter close and closed her eyes and inhaled the scent
of her hair and the dog and fabric conditioner and childhood, and she

hoped the wonder of it would help keep her there. ‘I love you, Molly, I want
you to know that. For ever and ever, do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mummy. Of course.’

‘And I love your daddy too. And ever ything will be okay because whatever
happens you will always have Daddy and you will have Mummy too, it’s just
I might not be here in the exact same way. I’ll be here, but . . .’ She realised
Molly needed to know nothing else except one truth. ‘I love you.’
Molly looked concerned. ‘You forgot Plato!’

‘Well, obviously I love Plato . . . How could I forget Plato? Plato knows I
love him, don’t you, Plato? Plato, I love you.’
Nora tried to compose herself.