Wednesday

Part 4


The second email had arrived 5 minutes later. The same route path, the same lie. It said simply:

'We will meet you in Rome. You are to catch the 7.30am plane out from Heathrow, Terminal 5, tomorrow. The Donna Camilla Savelli Hotel awaits you and orders will follow.'

So here she is, terminal 5 trying its best to lure her into a false sense of everything being alright. But it wasn't, alright that is. It was wrong, all wrong. Her life, that had been to all intents and purposes perfect, though it wasn't, now lay shattered. Nothing would ever be the same. Ever.

Quick excuses, lies in fact, had been spun for her bosses around the urgent need to see Italian clients, and her dear friend Alice had covered the best she could. Now, though, the dark shroud of obscurity sat over her and there was nothing she could do. Her destiny was no longer her own.

tbc