“Time for you to be gone,” she said, glancing at Lisa.
“I’m gone,” replied Lisa, smiling and wiping her greasy hands on her apron.
Upon exiting the shop, she nearly caught the number 3 back to her parents' house. Chuckling to herself, she made her way down the High Street and to the local supermarket. She reappeared forty minutes later, laden down with shopping bags. It was another warm, sunny day. Lisa stopped to purchase an ice-cream and sat on a bench, watching the world go by. She loved everything about Little Hamsden. She had friends at school who couldn’t wait to leave for the noise and brashness of the city, but Lisa was content here. She felt safe and secure, even though a young girl had been murdered. The incident at the lake still troubled her. It was frustrating to think that
