Prologue

6.25. "Becky!"

"Yeah?"

"Where's my red heels?"

"I dunno...Why? Do you need them?"

"YES! David's picking me up in like 5minutes."

6.29. "Jo!"

"Yeah?"

"I found them..."

"Oh brilliant you're a star, Becky thanks."

"That's the door."

"Oh rats! Phone, keys, bag, jacket... Do I look all right?"

Panic was starting to set in. For possibly the first time in my life, I had butterflies, which was weird because it wasn't a date. And yet I had a feeling like I wished it was. But that was a far-fetched dream which would never happen. I'd known David practically my whole life. I know his thoughts and mind, or at least I thought I did...


6.25. Five minutes to get there. Plenty of time. The reservation isn't until quarter to seven. And because I really doubt that Jo will be ready on time.

I'm glad that after all these year we're still friends. We've been there for each other through thick and thin, and I'm glad it's going to stay like that - no matter what everyone else wants or thinks.

6.29. Walking up to the front door, he rang the doorbell. A light flashed on from upstairs, accompanied by a shout of "Just a minute!" It was a good thing he had thought to plan ahead and give her some extra time...

"Jo! Watch - "

He could hear the panic in Becky's voice, but he had no idea what could evoke a reaction like that from the younger girl. However, the next few seconds explained it all. Time seemed to slow down. He heard a surprised shout from Josephine - he'd recognise her voice anywhere, even if he didn't know it was only her and her sister home. His heart stopped as the shout was followed by a series of muffled bangs and thuds. The fear held him in place at the silence following the last thud.

"Jo!" Becky's terrified scream pulled him back to reality. In the back of his mind he knew what happened, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. Manners be damned, he thought to himself as he threw the door open. He had more important things to worry than appearing rude to the neighbours.