LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter One

      I see her everywhere.

      She’s in the window of the Italian restaurant on the corner of my street. She has a glass of wine in her hand, something sparkly like Prosecco, and her head is thrown back in laughter, her blonde bob cupping her heart-shaped face, her emerald eyes crinkling.

      She’s trying to cross the road, chewing her bottom lip in concentration as she waits patiently for a pause in the traffic, her trusty brown satchel swinging from the crook of her arm.

      She’s running for a bus in black sandals and skinny jeans, wire-framed glasses pushed back on to bedhead hair.

      And each time I see her I begin to rush towards her, arm automatically rising to attract her attention. Because in that fraction of a second I forget everything. In that small sliver of time she’s still alive. And then the memory washes over me in a tsunami of emotion so I’m engulfed by it. The realization that it’s not her, that it can never be her.

      Lucy is everywhere and she is nowhere. That’s the reality of it.

      I will never see her again.

      Today, a bustling Friday early evening, she’s standing outside Bath Spa train station handing out flyers.

      I catch sight of her as I’m sipping my cappuccino in the café opposite, and even through the rain-spattered window the resemblance to Lucy makes

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