She had to go through with it. It had been planned for long enough, and now it was nearly over. She had mourned all she could mourn. There had been a few weeks of blissful pleasure like she had never known before; and would never know again.

Linda Welch felt more tired than she had ever felt. Months had become weeks; weeks were now turning into days.

I only need three days: three more days and it is done.

‘Did she really have to die? For God’s sake, tell me! Did she have to die?’

Welch’s guest nodded.

‘She was about to tell the police everything. She had worked it all out and she was going to Hartley to spill every bean in the tin’.

‘But I loved her!’

‘Love? What’s that? I sto...

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