"Eddie, wait." Rachel shouted to her deputy. He turned around and looked at her with those deep chocolate eyes, and she felt herself become a teenage girl again. "I'm sorry, about what I said, I know I went too far. Just please come back?"
"Okay." Eddie began to walk back towards Rachel "Just don't say anymore about Michael or Alison."
"I promise." Rachel told him sincerely, not wanting to lose this chance she had.
"Red wine?" Eddie asked her, breaking into her thoughts.
"Please. Thank you, Eddie." She glanced up at him "For coming back. I'm sorry about what I said, I wouldn't like it if you went on about my daughter like I went on about Michael."
Eddie frowned – her daughter?
Rachel covered her mouth with her hand as she realised what she had just said. She had told him about her, her daughter.
"Rachel, what do you mean?" He sat down next to her, his eyes full of concern.
Rachel shook her head, tears in her caramel eyes "Nothing, Eddie, I just..." the tears overflowed, streaming down her face.
"Rachel, it's okay. Let's go outside." Eddie's voice interrupted her crying. He took her hand in his and lead her outside the pub, down the road and into a quiet park.
"Eddie, it's nothing, just leave it."
"Rachel, it's not nothing. Please, just tell me."
She shook her head as fresh tears poured out of her eyes. But no matter how hard she cried, she couldn't get over that one thought.
I left my own daughter to die.
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