Let’s get to the point and get it out of the way, right from the start: she married the guy. The story began in July of 2003 when a woman named Zoe Folbigg was on her usual commute on a train from Hertfordshire to London at 8:21 in the morning. It was early morning, on a typical workday, with the same usual faces either looking down at their books or listening to music on their headphones (this was before every person had cell phones in front of their faces all the time).
“Normally, it’s the same faces who get your train every day and you recognize other people from your commute,” Folbigg later told a morning show. Zoe didn’t expect for that commute that day to be the beginning of a love story that she would eventually write all about in a novel that everyone had been talking about for a while.
This is a modern-day fairytale involving a train, a note, an attractive guy, and a brave woman.