A woman brushes past me as she dashes to board the last train to Cape Town. In her haste she drops a letter and I watch as it drifts slowly to the ground at my feet. Without hesitating I stoop and pick it up before rushing after her.
Too late! The train doors hiss close and I watch in dismay as it accelerates out of the station. I turn away from the edge of the station and walk back to the bench where I left my luggage, letter in hand.
Seated once again, I examine the letter hoping to find an address I can return it to. The outside of the old envelope is blank so I gently remove the single sheet of paper from the open end. The paper is delicate and has a soft feminine fragrance.
There is a short scribbled message in the centre of the page.
Mom, help me please! I am in serious trouble, and need you here. Paul is missing and the police are not taking me seriously.
You warned me that this may happen, but I did not listen. I have moved in with Mrs Smith because it is no longer safe at home.
Please hurry mom, I think Paul is dead…