Page 124 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse
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‘Did you know my Father?’ he asked immediately, ‘you said his name before you fainted, I’m sure of it. My mum told me that she was the only one who ever called him Tony’, he held my gaze.
‘I knew your father’, I conceded, ‘this will hurt because it hurts me to tell you’, I took his hands and kissed them with tears in my eyes I blurted out, ‘he died two years ago in a road accident’.
He stared at me unmoving for what seemed like an eternity.
‘My Father is dead? You knew that my father was dead?’ he asked in disbelief. Pulling his hands from my grip he got up and stood in front of the fire leaning against the mantle sobs escaping from his throat.
‘Rex I’m so sorry’, I went over and put my arms around him, he leaned into my shoulder and wept.
I told him everything then all about me and Tony about our relationship about his accident and how I came to be here. It was emotional for both of us and it took its toll. After a while and a strong coffee, he composed himself and I showed him all the documents I had belonging to Tony.
He had the confirmation in front of him at last, he had found out who his father was. ‘Oh my God’, I cried, ‘I have been having a relationship with my ex-lovers’ son’, I buried my face in my hands and wept.
‘Amber don’t, don’t cry’, after a while he put his arms around me, ‘I love you no matter what happened’.
‘How can we have a relationship, I slept with your father?’ I suddenly felt nauseous and had to run to the bathroom to throw up. This was all too much was this why I had come here to this village was Tony’s spirit here in this house all around me. The love


































































































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