Cider With Rosie
When life is ruptured and swings in a new direction, can one ever go back?
I picked up my phone, pressed my thumb on the sensor, and waited for the screen to unlock. My glance showed one text, six WhatsApp messages, and ten emails. I tapped open the text. "Hey, love," I called out, "I have a message from Harry." She turned from the kitchen sink, drying her hands on a tea towel. "Harry, Laurence?" "Yeah. I haven't heard from him since Christmas, perhaps longer. He's inviting me to a class reunion...
