Chapter Four
Wednesday 14th August:
After all this time, I wondered why he had decided to contact me. Over the years, I tried to block Rob out of my memory. The only tangible reminder of him was a photo. It was kept with loads of other photographs in a box, at the bottom of the wardrobe, labelled, ‘TO SORT’. That photo had been taken in my parents’ sitting room. The wallpaper in the background was the giveaway. We looked so happy, Rob, with those dark curls trickling down his forehead and me looking like a love-struck teenager, with the biggest, happiest smile imaginable. From time to time, the photo resurfaced and I would find myself staring at it for a while. It was the only one in my possession of the two of us. I guess we would have been about seventeen and nineteen. We were so young
