Chapter 9

Charlotte drove the high-street heading home, confused by the poem that been put in her pocket, she called Lucy. “Hey! You ok?” Lucy practically sang. “Hey beautiful, just thought I’d call, I had a note left again but this time it was in my pocket and it was a poem.” Charlotte said, reaching out for the poem to read it to Lucy. “what do you mean it was in your pocket? How did it get there? What did it say?” Lucy asked. Charlotte read off the poem and recalled the person that bumped into her in the carpark before she went for coffee. “someone bumped into me in the carpark earlier when I went to meet Stefano for coffee, they must have dropped the note in my pocket then,” Charlotte looked down to put the note into her handbag.

BANG! SMASH!

Charlottes head smashed into her side window, the car skidded sideways, Charlotte’s head lolling on the steering&nbs