Emily crawled through the undergrowth, branches snagging her clothes and her hair. She looked straight ahead to the glimmer of light just beyond the ferns. She took a deep breath and continued forward. The grass had soaked through her jeans and plastered them to her skin more effectively than her kids with their best water pistols. She stopped just before the ferns. Her head turned to look back. The house was in the distance. She could make out kids playing in the garden while a figure looked on. She paused for a second, turned, and carried on through the ferns.
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