LondonWalking down Great Peter Street, toward Victoria Station, from his apartment, Matt’s mind drifted back to Albania and the tragic death of his partner Anna. Deep feelings of guilt started washing over him. I must try to move on and stop torturing myself, he thought. I can’t let it influence my decision making, which may put someone else in peril again.
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Standing by the information desk, Anthea could not believe the constant throng of people rushing back and forth across the Station’s concourse. Where is everyone going?
A tap on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts.
“Daydreaming are we?”
Laughing, “no Matt just watching the Mongol hordes going about their business.”
“We’re looking for platform twelve for the Folkestone train,” said Matt, gazing up at the departure display
