Prologue

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I ran from the tea shop as fast as I could to the park, ignoring what I ordered and Catherine who was shouting behind me......mouthful(I can be rude sometimes). I ran so fast like my life depended on it. I slowed down as I approached the rear entrance. This is it, I thought. It had to be her, it was her mini cooper that I saw I remembered the number plate. I was sure of it. She had to be there.
I went closer to the tree. Quietly, hoping not to startle her. I moved to the right of the trunk trying to peek at the bench and that's when I saw a bag on the side of the bench.
I was sweating a little. I was right next to the trunk. I slowly came forward to stand at the side of the bench and............... she was there.

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