You meet someone purely by chance at a dinner party; a lovely couple who seemingly live the perfect life: beautiful period cottage, longevity of marriage (30+ years), retirement mapped out.

Within a month a terrible tragedy occurs that destroys not only their ordered existence but life itself!  Like a house of cards, so their world tumbles.

As if that isn’t shocking enough, you then discover that their entire public persona was a lie.  All was not as it seemed from the outset but only half of the couple knew all along. That person’s life was then to be snuffed out.  Suddenly.  Violently.

This really happened to me.  I was at that dinner party.  I did meet that couple.  The dilemma is that it has presented such a wonderful story to tell.

The dilemma is, do I write their story or is it not my tale to tell?