Page 120 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

I woke up with a pounding headache and immediately picked up the phone, ‘Penny can you come over sometime today, I really need to speak to you please’, I could hear my voice shaking and so could she, ‘I’ll be right over’, she replied, and I hung up. I left the blinds closed I couldn’t bring myself to speak to anyone else today.
Penny arrived at my door 30 minutes later. Walking in she sat down without a word patted the seat beside her and looking at me said ‘tell me dear, what’s wrong is it about Rex?’
‘Yes’, I cried, ‘his father to be precise’.
‘Love tell me what has happened’? she begged.
‘Yesterday Rex showed me a photo of his parents’, I was afraid to say it out loud, to
another person, it would just make it more real.
‘What is it Amber, tell me’? there was real concern in her voice I knew it.
‘Rex’s father is my Tony’!
The words just hung there in the air between us.
‘Your Tony?’ she finally responded shocked.
‘It’s like a bad dream’, I sobbed handing her Tony’s birth certificate and the photo of him and Rex’s mother.
‘Oh Amber! I’m so sorry’, she took the photo and studied it, ‘Yes I recognize the two teenagers in the photo that’s definitely them’, she gently hugged me.
‘What’ll I do?’ I was desperate.
‘Okay Amber calm down’, the mother in her was coming out now and she was taking charge, ‘first of all you have to tell Rex. Tell him you knew his father and about his