Donna was driving along the winding country road taking in the view of the river together with the beautiful gold, amber and scarlet leaves that were lightly falling from the trees. She never tired of the drive home, since it was always so breathtaking in any of the four seasons. She stopped at the end of the lane to get her mail as she had done so many times before. There were a lot of
the usual fliers but one letter with no return address instantly caught her attention. The handwriting was shaky, as though written with a vibrating pen. It must be from her elderly mother she thought as she excitedly opened the letter, not waiting to drive home first.
Donna felt a twisting knot in her stomach. as the pictures fell out into a pile on her lap. She recognized where she had once been in the photos, only now she was viciously and intricately cut out. He was back again
It all began to come back, the humiliating history, all of the emotional, physical and traumatic episodes, which had made her life a living hell.
So many instances in the past that went . . . unpunished.