Page 125 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

I felt for Tony was still with me I know it, was that why I felt and feel so happy and content here?
We talked well into the night I wasn’t sure if things would ever be the same, but we agreed that we loved each other and wanted to be together. Rex left at midnight I didn’t want him to stay we both felt we needed a little more time to come to terms with everything that had happened.
I lay tossing and turning most of the night my mind wouldn’t rest there was too much to consider. I held the photo, studying it, the start of the shocking discovery that had turned my world upside down. If that photo had not existed, I would not be any the wiser I realized. As light began to filter in through the gap in the curtains my eyes began to give in to sleep. It was a restless disturbed sleep.
I woke to my stomach growling, calling for nourishment. What time is it? Glancing at my mobile I saw it was noon and that I’d a missed call. It was the number for the bar probably either Penny or Rex had tried to get in touch. Not able to ignore it I dialed the number. Jenny answered.
‘Jenny Amber here can you get Penny for me please?’ I requested.
‘How are you feeling? Better?’ Jenny innocently inquired.
‘Yes, thank you, just a sore throat’
There was a pause then Rex’s voice came through, ‘Amber? I just wanted to check if you were alright’.
‘Yes, I didn’t sleep well. I’m just awake now’.
‘I just wanted to tell you that I talked to Mr. Harris and he confirmed that the call he got from my father three years ago was an Irish number’.