
Romance
The Bridge That Joined – Part Two
‘I’m Harriet,’ I thrust my hand out as my hair whipped over my face. Great. That played out better in my head. ‘Christian.’ I flapped
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‘I’m Harriet,’ I thrust my hand out as my hair whipped over my face. Great. That played out better in my head. ‘Christian.’ I flapped

I gripped the cold metal railing, mesmerised by the distant hum of car engines driving over the bridge that clung to Wales and England. The