As time went on it then became about realising, I can't keep hiding, as thrilling as coffee in Paris seems. Seasons would pass and come and go and I would be further removed from where I once was, every year. I knew my life was in immediate danger, he made veiled confessions of wanting to kill me. In the aftermath I would not see someone, a physical soul, for sometimes weeks and weeks and weeks at a time, remaining alone. Hopefully no more 'what happened to Duffy questions', now you know … and I am free.

Source: Daily Mail July 02, 2020 13:00 UTC