28 Megan
It’s weird how seemingly insignificant thoughts keep cropping into my mind. It’s almost as if my brain is using it as a coping mechanism. Rather than tormenting itself with the blindingly obvious concern that my husband could be a serial killer, it’s instead filling itself with seemingly mundane thoughts. Right now, the main thought going through my mind is that it’ll be good for Chris to spend some time alone with Evie while I’m out.
For some reason, I feel as though I need to hide my tracks. I didn’t tell Chris I was going back to the doctor. He’d only ask why, and there’s no way I could tell him. I park my car in the town centre car park and walk to the doctor’s surgery. I even take the back roads, just in case someone sees me.
When I’m about halfway there, my phone rings. I
