The girls had left the building and gone back to the new house. Now it was left to me to do the final checks inside the house and then close the front door. Once and for all.

My fingers quivered as they approached the keyhole. A fraction of second of dithering. And then the final clockwise twist. The unkindest twist of them all. The click that forever consigned this house that was our home to the annals of The History Of The Roy Family. For once. And for ever.