Chapter Fifty-Seven. Diana.
My heart is pounding out of my chest, as the nervousness of what is about to happen with Inspector Burns consumes every part of me. Even my legs are shaking with fear, so much so I am afraid they may collapse beneath me. I am never early for anything, yet here I am, standing outside the police station nearly an hour and a half before my appointment time. Mainly because I caught the bus here, not wanting to bring my car, as tonight I will be drinking, either to drown my sorrows or celebrate with Lisa May. My hands are shaking, visibly, my stomach churned up in knots, as I wait for Jessie to come outside. His offer of a Maccyd’s is more than a welcome distraction from the impending doom I have conjured up in my mind. Although I said he could get me a Big Mac, I
