The sound of a mug being placed on her bedside tables gently roused Tegan from her sleep.
"Cup of tea, love. It is time to get up."
The footsteps had left the room before Tegan was awake enough to let her dad know she had heard him. So she stayed in her bed, relishing that cosy feeling when you're neither awake nor asleep and isn't really working. Gradually the noisea of rhe day began to cut their way through abd Tegan rolled over and her flutterd open.
"Dreams," she thought,"are funny things." But as she reached out for the mug she heard a cry, a baby's cry and she froze.
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The war monkey
Historical FictionTegan stared at the photo. There, hidden behind the edge of the frame, she found what she had been looking for. Another girl. But who was she? Staying with her granny at London, Tegan stumbles on a family mystery. A girl called Alice. Was she really...
