My name is Richard Waters. I am 37 years old, an accountant working for a small construction firm. I have lived in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne all of my life. A Geordie through and through. I married a local lass eight years ago and have two children, girls aged six and three.
Not the most exciting life but it was very much the life I wanted.
One Monday morning I set out for work at seven having kissed my wife and kids goodbye. A normal, dreary north of England Monday in early March. I put my briefcase on the back seat of my car, got in and…
I awoke in hospital.
I learned that I had been found unconscious on a street in London.
I learned a lot of things.
I been taken in with no i.d. on me, no wallet, no bus pass, nothing.
When I came to and told them my name they informed the police and I soon had a visit that left me feeling sick.
I had been reported missing by my wife over a year ago.
I have no idea what happened in that missing year. No idea what I did, how I lived…
It is terrifying.
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