Dark DEEDS
Andrea located the £5 note in her purse and gave it to the driver, grateful for the overhead light from the taxi. It was the only light for miles around, apart from the shadowy cast of the moon partially illuminating the house they’d drawn up outside.
She was reluctant to let go of that note. It had been her dad’s parting gift, alongside those words of advice: make friends, work hard and grab all the opportunities university life offers. And remember, Mum would be proud of you.
‘Here we are, pet.’ The taxi driver said as he handed back her change. ‘Perry House Annexe.’
Someone had died nearby and no one seemed bothered
Her new home for the next two terms at least. First-year students were obliged to live in halls. After that, she’d heard that undergraduates mostly preferred the independence and camaraderie of sharing a house with a small group of friends.
But Andrea had missed the first term – those vital first three months when you were supposed to form your close friendships. What if that was too late for her and she was doomed to spend the next two terms friendless?
The university had been willing to hold her place for a year. It was natural to want to stay home, support her father and help nurse her mother through her final months, they’d said. But she’d grown tired of being seen by everyone as ‘that
