Chapter One
Monday 22nd June
I sit behind the curtains today to make sure she can’t see me, but she doesn’t come past. I nearly freaked last Friday when she waved at me, how long has she known that I watch her as she walks past every day? What prompted her to look up at my window and wave? I look quite normal if I’m half hidden by the curtains, but still I need my anonymity. I’m the watcher, not the watched.
My life as it was ended when I was 22 years old and someone stole my face.
I had been seeing Ray for about a year when his drinking started to get out of hand. One night he came home so drunk that when I tried to help him inside he shouted and screamed at me so loudly that a neighbour called the police. He was so apologetic the next day that I almost felt sorry for him -- until the
