So, where did you go on holiday this summer?’
‘I walked the Pennine Way.’ Helen answered her colleague Myra’s question without looking up.
‘Didn’t you do that last year?’
‘Yes, but I love it and it’s good for me.’
‘You’re always walking,’ Myra sighed, laying a stack of papers down on Helen’s desk.
‘I started doing it after Tim…’
‘Oh, that’s right. You were engaged, weren’t you?’
Her blunt statement still had the power to wound, even after two years.
‘Do you think you’re still trying to walk him out of your soul?’ Myra added.
What an odd turn of phrase – walking him out of her soul.
‘I’m pretty sure I’m over him,’ Helen said, not wanting to talk about it any more.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong with walking. She’d met some great people and she was the fittest she’d ever been. And she’d managed to forget about Tim. Or she thought she had.
She was about to give in to tears
She met her best
