All their lives they'd struggled, her and Neil. Pennypinched, economised, did without, while he toiled for peanuts and she polished the desks of billion-dollar profit-making multinationals. But, after twenty years, resilience and hard work paid off and last summer they'd even managed a cheap holiday.
But life sapped them, and though their future had appeared less terrifying, the past had drained all their energy.
And now this: weeks of police investigation and Neil lying in a freezer drawer somewhere.
Joan, sleepless, blank eyed, unable to grieve. This wasn't how it should be. This wasn't Christian. It wasn't fair.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
How sad. I'm eager to know about the decapitation, though, Drew. Sorry for the late reading; I have benn extremely busy with work and family. I have a lot to catch up on in this fascinating series. Still busy, but I'll get there soon. :-)