Meet me at the EIFFEL TOWER
Well, Jill, you know the old saying… A holiday will either make you or break you.’
Jill knew what her friend said was true, but she didn’t want Steven to break away from her. She loved her husband and always had. She just wanted to make things right between them again.
The hotel she’d chosen was just across the road from the Eiffel Tower. They’d spent a weekend there before they married.
Jill packed her new pink dress, intending to wear it on their first night in Paris. Steven would finish a conference in Lyon, then travel up to join her afterwards.
Yesterday, her daughter Katie had popped in for a cuppa. ‘Mum, what’s wrong with you and Dad?’ she’d said. ‘You don’t seem to spend any time together nowadays.’
Katie was just getting over her divorce and Jill didn’t want her to worry. ‘Oh, we’re fine,’ she had replied. ‘Your dad’s just incredibly busy at work.’
But Katie had raised her pencilled eyebrows and Jill
