Chapter Twelve – KateSaturday 19 December 2015
The clinical stench pricks my nose and absorbs onto my skin, despite having arrived at Weston General only moments ago.
I shouldn't be at work, but I've been given a tip-off that there was another attack, but that, this time, the victim survived. My source is highly trusted and has assured me that he has not alerted any other news outlet. A living victim willing to share such a graphic survival story is front page material and will impress Cecilia.
My eyes sting triggered by a lack of sleep. I was out with Dawn last night; Taylor with Ryan. We dined at our favourite Bistro, Le Château. Built in the 1900s as an Edwardian Folly, the exterior resembles an authentic castle overlooking the estuary. Inside, it's cosy with a contemporary menu. I o
