James paces the room, his face set.
What"s wrong with him?
Not even a word of sympathy? Hold her hand?
If her story"s true, she"s been through hell.
Even from my briefest of searches brings up, it"s clear there is substance to her story. A quick trawl through the newspaper archives brings up stories of a chase, around nine years ago; a man chasing a teenager through the city, through the traffic; a red-head….
…. the man dead at the end of it….
…. And she"s been living in terror for nine years?
You"re made of tough stuff, Charlotte….
Feeling sorry for yourself, James?
Now"s when we see what you"re made of….
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