Chapter TwoThe little flat Mark had managed to find for her was comfortable and clean. It had a separate kitchen, which she liked, and the lounge had a small balcony that looked out across some fields. In many ways, it was a better flat than her old one back on the island. But this was not the island and most telling of all, no matter where she went or what she did, there was the noise of traffic.
It was the first thing that she noticed since arriving in the large town of Wallasey, on the Wirral peninsular. So many motor vehicles, people rushing everywhere, gloomy skies and lots of rain. She'd been here for one day and it hadn't stopped pouring down. Already she felt that crushing feeling of depression weighing her down. Why had she decided to come here?
It was Monday morning and Mark, w
