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Sandra Thompson
When he left to go to his photo shoot on the morning of the second day, she returned to her parent's home to find that her father had died unexpectedly during the night. Remaining at her parent’s home alternating between floating in bliss and sinking in abysmal grief, she was unable to keep her promise to call or to meet him at the park.
On the third day unable to stay away she headed to the park, only to find that the shoot was over. Panicking she went to the only other place she could think of that he might be, the restaurant that they had eaten at that first night. She found him there about ready to leave. After spending many hours once again talking of the future and their plans, they made love and promised to keep in touch, to make true the plans they had spoken of. When morning arrived she left to go home again and help with her family. She’d left a message, with her number, address, asking him to call that evening. There was no call. The next day, another call to the hotel only to find that he’d checked out. Frantic, she’d gone to the park. The shooting crew had packed up and left. For hours, she’d sat at the bench where they’d talked not believing he was really gone.
Everyday for a week, she found herself in the park, on their bench, waiting for him to stroll over with that smile. The smile that had had her tumbling head over heels in love with him the first time she’d seen it.
Week two went by, and still, she hadn’t heard from him. She knew his name, that he was going to the States to med school, but she’d thought she had all the time in the world to find out the details of when, and where. He had her number, her address and still, he didn’t call.
By the end of week three, she’d begun to believe that despite the talks, the instant connection between the two of them, the belief that they’d each found their soul mate, that the words “I love you” that had spilled from his lips, was a lie. After all, hadn’t he flirted with every girl in the park?
At the end of week four, she gave up her daily visits to the park. Though her heart ached, she gave up on him, determined to carry on, her time with him would be a pleasant memory to look back on and nothing more.
The middle of week five, she discovered she was 18, alone, and pregnant. Truly believing that he’d moved on, that he didn’t love her, she came to the realization that she was going to have to deal with this on her own. The company that she clerked for offered her a job in Leeds, and believing this could be a new start for her and her unborn child, she moved to Leeds and several months later, shortly before her 19th birthday, she gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl in the world.
Determined that her daughter would never know that her father had abandoned her, had left them, not wanting her to suffer the stigma of being illegitimate, and not wanting her daughter to know she’d been young and foolish, she came up with the story of Jillian’s father, a fire fighter, dying in a fire before Jillian’s birth. When Jillian was 1 month old, on the day of her own 19th birthday, she moved from Leeds to St. Ives.
Thinking she should tell him of his daughter, she hired someone to find him. Several times, she wrote to him, but never mailed the letters. Believing that if he’d loved her, wanted her in his life, he would have found her, the letters were tucked away, never mailed. For 22 years she was reminded of the young man in the park each time she looked into the face of her daughter. For 22 years, she lived the lies that had become her life until the day Jillian had found the letters and began her own search for the father she’d never known.
22 years later, and she was here in his city, wondering if she’d put back the life of lies her daughter had pulled apart, or did she pick up the pieces and try to start a new life with the man she'd always loved but had lost so many years ago.
Birthdate: June 17, 1967
Age: 40
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Pictures of Dannii Minogue are used without permission strictly for RPG purposes in The City.