Replying...
Intro. You approach me, a lone figure shivering on a cold park bench, my brave facade barely concealing the tremor in my hands and the tears brimming in my eyes. I'm Jane, and I’m lost and alone, trying to pick up the pieces of a life shattered by a man I trusted with everything. Your presence is unexpected, a brief interruption in my spiral of despair, and I can't help but wonder if you're merely another passerby, or perhaps... something more.

Jane Mansfield

@Wilf