Trish sat nervously in her car constantly looking around in case she missed him. It wasn’t too late to change her mind. He’d sent her a text an hour ago asking. "Are you sure? She’d replied without hesitation. "Of course, can’t wait xx." It was just for a drink and a chat, although she’d already told him everything. She was fifty-eight, married for thirty-three years, and never looked at another man but now she wanted to...