Forbidden love or a second chance?
My name is Jon and I’m an Englishman living in Lanzarote in the Canary Islands. I’m thirty-six and divorced, although I’d rather not talk about that. I’ve lived on the island for eight years, I speak Spanish, and I have enough work to put a roof over my head. Life’s not great, but it’ll do.
Then one morning, I’m having coffee at my usual beachfront café, when in walks a young woman who sits at my table, takes off her sunglasses and says, ‘Hi!’ Her name is Cla...