Part one of Becca And Jack’s story – here
Becca lay in bed gazing out of the window.
A week or so had passed since she had been rescued.
Jack had been an angel, honestly. He’d taken time off work to look after her and had been amazing, tending to her every need.
And now she was starting to feel stronger. Strong enough to go out for a walk, or a hobble with her crutches, to get some fresh air, and to clear the stifling vibes that had been building up inside.
He meant well, really he did, but from the moment she woke up, until the second her eyes closed, he was there.
This morning he was pacing, she knew there was something he wanted to say, and in the end he did.
“Who were you going to meet, that day?”
She had genuinely been going for a walk the day she inadvertently slipped down a tunnel and got trapped in a tunnel for a few days. It had been because of him that she had needed to escape the house.
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Thank you Sue x