CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With a new lease of life and a spring in my step I walked home that night feeling like a completely different woman. I’d left my flat alone and sorrowful and I walked back in like someone new. I was finally prepared to really face the world. To begin again. To get on with it. To follow that yellow brick road. Okay, so maybe I was taking it a bit too far, but I felt good.
The first thing I did was take a couple of the photos of Ryan and me and put them in a frame and place them in the living room. I was ready to be asked about them. I was ready to talk about it. Yes!
Then I sat down and opened my mail, which had been mounting up the past couple of days. There was the usual crap: bills and statements, as well as a postcard from Gwen and Hugh. They were clearly having the
