I have a surprise for you and it’s waiting at my apartment. Shall we go?”*I’m still in a catatonic state as I sit in the backseat of the cab wit...h Laurence firmly holding my hand. Part of me can’t comprehend why he chose me, someone far less beautiful and enthralling than his ex, and the confounding question gnaws at me all the way to his apartment, where I am still extremely insecure and anxious. I know that Laurence notices my demeanor, but he doesn’t comment on it until we arrive at his. What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I moved into my trailer. Maddie came out of the house in her pajamas and robe with fluffy slippers and knocked on the door. It was easy. For a few days, until I got the trailer stocked and everything moved into it, it was parked in the carport. She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee mugs.“So, Dad,” she began. She was using her most. He had to find something soon; he'd been shadowingSal for over a month now and his client would soon want know why hehadn't carried out the hit. There was nothing in any of the documentfiles that helped him; they were mainly business and personal documentsand of no consequence. He opened up Outlook and went through Sally'semails; the same; nothing he could use.Then he found a hidden file that was password protected. He plugged hisdevice into his laptop, bypassing the password and encryption.. ‘Beth it’s not every day I get an invitation to visit an attractive young lady in her own home … you look amazing by the way’. ‘Well thank you kind sir I thought I’d make an effort for the visit of an old friend. So you do get invitations to visit young ladies Bill, just not every day’? ‘Ha ha, now don’t take me literally Beth’. ‘How would you like me to take you Bill’? (A game of verbal tennis with sexual undertones was clearly now underway … who would come out on top I wondered?). ‘Is that a.