The welcome scent of coffee and freshly baked breads and pastries wafted through the air whilst I made my way towards a table in the back of the shop. I heard the sound of the cappuccino machine steaming milk, and the customers bustled with their usual morning conversations. I wished I could simply stay in that cafe forever and just blend with the crowd.

The startling voice of the reporter on the television awoke me from my trance. 

"Recent homicide investigation following the death of 40 year old Rebecca Thompson last night in downtown Eastwood. Suspect Don Thompson has been taken into custody, and an Amber alert has been released for their missing daughter Ella Thompson."

My heart thudded in my chest when I saw my face displayed on the screen. The blood pounded in my ears and my hands shook uncontrollably. What was previous longing to stay turned urgency to escape. I had to get away. I couldn't stay in that cafe any longer. Breathing was hard, really hard, but the crying was even harder. At this point everyone in the shop was staring at my face, which was an exact replica of the one on the television.

I clenched my fists together, and I ran. I ran as fast and as far as I could from the cafe. The people. The television. The truth.