16:00
Cecelia was standing by her bookshelves looking for something in one of the journals. Her feet were bare, bar from her stockings and her purple skirt and white blouse was still pristine. She heard a knock on her door frame and looked up to see Sally standing there, a haunted look on her face. Cecelia frowned, something wasn’t right here.
“Everything okay Sal?” Cecelia asked, closing the journal and dropping it on the little coffee table that was by her sofa.
“Yeah, I think so,” Sally said. She paused a moment, still looking at the floor whilst she thought. “No actually it’s not, I think I am being followed.”
“Followed? By who?” Cecelia asked with a frown. This was not like Sally at all.
“I don’t know. I felt like I was being watched at the hospital and then, driving back here, I
