By Nicola Mabbott
The doorbell rang.
Sarah hoped it wasn’t her ex boyfriend Mike. They had had a brief relationship, but there was something about him that worried her, so she had decided to end it.
That had been two months before. Since then he had been following her around, calling her several times a day to say sorry and begging her for another chance. He hadn’t contacted her for a couple of days, so she was beginning to think he might have given up. Wishful thinking!
There was a good view of the visitor on her doorstep from the front bedroom window. She tried to look out of the window from behind the curtain, but he had saw her. “Damn! I’ll have to let him in now”, she thought as she saw Mike was looking up at her expectantly.
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