I begin to feel bolder as we make the most of our time to brush hands and exchange glances. Flirting, touching. This is quite out of character. Normally I’m a bit reserved, but am enjoying our dance.
Collapsing on the sofa I picked up a newspaper little Sis must have brought with her; The Daily Herald. The rag was folded on page seven where there was a piece about Clive.
I wasn’t physically hurt. Just shocked and shaken. I needed to be sedated. It’s not every day you discover your first boyfriend is the most notorious serial killer still at large.