We pull up in the car park under a big oak tree. It’s a hot summer afternoon with just a little breeze. The woods look cool and inviting. We leave the car and head towards the path. You hold my hand tightly, slightly wary, in anticipation of what’s to come. We stroll down the pathway hand in hand. You’re wearing nice sensible flat shoes and the short summer dress that we bought earlier in the year. The breeze catches the...