SUDDEN IMPACT

Cashing up at the end of the day, I couldn’t wait to get home.

It was 2004, and, working at a newsagent, I’d been on my feet all day.

Just then...

‘I recognise you,’ a customer said, as he tried to place if we’d met before. ‘You’re not Tracy, are you?’

I recognised him right away.

‘I am,’ I smiled.

‘And you must be Anthony - you haven’t changed a bit.’

I hadn’t seen Anthony Robinson, 43, for years after he moved away from the area.

We’d gone to the same secondary school, and, although he was in the year above, we had the same group of mates and hung out together.

Back then, he was