The Visitors(90)

When she recovers, she’s going to come here and live with me. Just as friends, of course. We’ve both got our hang-ups, thanks to our colourful pasts.

I take a stack of new lilac-coloured towels upstairs. I bought them yesterday, when Holly told me she’d like a lilac and cream bathroom.

Before I get to the bathroom, I open the door on the left and look inside. Holly’s old bedroom.

Her face smiles out at me from the thousands of pictures that cover the walls and even the ceiling. My secret photographs paid off in the end.

I spot the ones taken from the bottom of the garden with my zoom lens… Holly in her bra and pants, lit up at her bedroom window like an angel.

I thought my cover was blown that night she spotted me out there in the bushes. I was only there to watch out for her, keep her safe, but I’ve never told her it was me.

I don’t want to worry her or disrupt her plans to live here.

I’m taking it easy, not rushing anything. I have all the time in the world.

But once she gets here, I’ll make sure she never wants to leave.