Hannah
I’m not sure how I got off the train, one minute I was on it and the next I was stumbling down the steps and on to the platform which was thankfully deserted. It was late and a light rain was falling straight down, the whole place had an eerie look t it, especially under the dim orange lights.
I sat down heavily, not caring that my clothes were soaked through, the sobbing overtook me as I dropped my bag to the ground. At least I had thought to bring it with me but that was the least of my worries.
I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. And I was stuck in the middle of no where in the middle of the night. None of that compared to the panic that was gripping me.
My father was dead.
Murdered.
And it was all my fault.
My love for two men had caused this. I had caused this by pu
