It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, as I walk along the smart street with it’s neatly manicured front lawns, trimmed to almost perfection, I’m transported back to the days before all this.
Before the trauma that led to me walking away from all that I held dear, my mind is muddled my memories blurred but I know that I have to knock on that front door. It’s been three months since he walked out of the cafe without saying a word. This time there’ll be no running away. Not by him. I will be strong, regardless.