I am sitting in the Starbucks just over the road from Hudson International and the apartment waiting for Michelle. Having received her mysterious text late last night to meet her before work, I am now turning over all the possibilities for my required presence in my mind but keep coming up blank. Mum and Stix are still tucked in bed, fast asleep, so I am enjoying a little peace and quiet, despite the mayhem of the rush-hour commute.
I have just taken a sip of my creamy latte when Michelle rushes in. She spots me sitting in the back corner and motions to me, asking if I want a drink. I hold up my mug and give her a grin and watch as she joins the queue. There is definitely something different about her today but I’m finding it hard to pin down. Her blonde hair is pinned up in a neat bun an
