Page 119 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

Sitting dazed on the bed I suddenly remembered the shoebox with Tony’s documents. Where had I left it? Rooting through my room I finally found it buried at the back of my closet. Trembling, I sat down pausing to build up the courage to open the box. First, I picked up the photo identical to the one Rex had shown me earlier and in similar condition, no doubt Tony had kissed it told her he loved her every day too Angry tears started to flow now he took me for a fool.
‘WHY’? I screamed internally, ‘WHAT DID WE HAVE FOR ALL THOSE YEARS’? The tears were cascading uncontrollably down my cheeks. Through blurred vision I opened Tony’s birth certificate.
Anthony O Keefe
January 20th, 1972
Puddlevillle, Devon
Parent’s names were Jack and Ella O Keefe!
That confirmed it!
I’m in love with my ex-lover’s son! I was sleeping with my ex-lover’s son!
‘Oh my god Tony! What have I done?’, I cried out loud.
What was I to do? I was angry with Tony, I felt used and betrayed. I was disgusted with myself I had allow this to happen.
What would I tell Rex?
I poured myself a large whiskey and went back to bed. I wanted to go asleep and wake up hoping it was a bad dream. I drank until I passed out, dulling the pain.