Posted on 14 January 2020
By the age of 22, I was fairly satisfied with my life but blood was coming.
I’d made it through school to college and then university. I was now working in my first full-time job as an administrator at an insurance company in Surrey.
I was having some evening drinks with work colleagues and when it came to go home, I slowly made my way through the drizzling rain to the train station. Waiting on the platform the figure of a man approached.
It was someone I knew.
His name was Mark Barber and and I’d gone to school with him.