A fresh layer of snow quilted the housing block with a new skin, hiding the blemishes of abuse and neglect. Gaba stepped over his father in the corridor, snoring with fits and starts where he lay slumped against the wall. He spent ten minutes with his mother, waiting for her to wake, leaving a fresh mug of tea and a note tucked into her han…
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