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It amazes me to think back to what my life was like only a few years ago, and just how far I have come. I was no longer at the mercy of my PTSD the nightmares and flashbacks had virtually stopped. I just learnt to deal with them. I know the triggers and avoid those triggers. Everything seemed too perfect. What had happened back in the UK was becoming just a bad memory for me. I had been living in Marbella, Spain for nearly two years now. Don’t ask why I ended up here, it just seemed to be the right place to go, I must have watched too many British crime films growing up, I suppose. If you want to disappear go to Marbella they said. To nearly everybody back in the UK, I was a dead man. Mickey was long gone and forgotten, apart from the very few people who knew I was still alive and some of those people I would trust with my life. The others I’m sure I’ll never bump into again, after all they had their own reasons for disappearing. I had taken my dead brother Matt’s identity and started a new life out here in Spain, I would have to be very unlucky for someone to recognise me out here. But just when I thought the nightmare was over it had only just begun.