A fateful meeting in the park shows Helen more than just her own future.
Helen felt the chill as she walked along the park path and pulled her woollen coat tighter around herself. Her deep red stilettos clicked at a rapid pace across the uneven gravel and her pencil skirt, so suited for the hi-rise office she worked in during the day, now meant that she had to take two steps for every one she would have usually.
There was no one around her but as the hairs on the back of her neck rose, she rummaged around in her Prada handbag for her pepper spray. Her fingers had just clasped the cylinder when she felt hands wrap around her throat and waist in one sudden and terrifying embrace.