When Detective Constable Frank Sullivan asked for my help on a cold case in the small seaside town of Whitby, North Yorkshire, in England, memories of Sarah Reilly resurfaced. A woman I haven't laid eyes on in twenty years. There's almost a presence about her; a tangible sweet scent shrouding me. I can't explain why it happens. I shake my head. I caused the regret that has been weighing heavily on my conscience for the past twenty years. I never said goodbye to Sarah. All I thought about was getting back on a plane to get to my sick mother. In conclusion; I ended up losing two of the most important women in my life. Never did I believe I would meet her once again.