January 2019, Nottingham, England
January 2019, Nottingham, EnglandBy the end of New Year’s Day, I had pulled myself out of my despair and persuaded myself to look upon the world a little more cheerfully. I had a job, even if it was only a fixed-term contract and not in law. It was linked to an archaeological dig, which might prove interesting. I had my own flat, even if I was years from paying off the mortgage. My family might be feuding, but I was still on good terms with everyone. I had good friends, one of whom was getting married in the summer, and I was going to her hen do at the end of the month. True, I still had no partner, but I kept my promise to Mary, and she kept her word. I never heard from her, the police, the guards or Calum.
I kept my true feelings about Calum to myself,
