We've been back in London for a few days now, back to the dreadful day to day grind. I'm about to look over some numbers when my phone sitting on the desk in front of me lights up and begins to buzz. Poppy (Amelia's friend) Why is Poppy calling me right now? We don't chat much, and when we do it
"I saw a picture of the two of you in the newspaper and I couldn't believe my eyes...my little girl after all these years....Is she here? Can I see her?" He asks frantically peering around me as he carefully tucks the photo back into a weathered brown wallet. "No" I reply curtly. Thank fuck Amelia'
"How bad did things get?" He asks quietly. I shrug my shoulders, might as well tell him everything. "Pretty fucking bad, she's been in a facility since Amelia was 16. That was after Amelia had to go through Highschool while trying to look after her mum who practically fell apart" I reply. It may no
"Business? I always thought she'd do something more artistic. She used to love to paint, and the girl always had her nose in a book. I used to scour the local bookstore to try and find her name, thinking that she'd for sure become a writer. That or some kind of doctor, she was always far too clever
"That's beautiful, really beautiful" he remarks as his eyes finally lift up from the photo. "Does she still like to read?" His words a barely above a whisper. "She's constantly reading" I confirm. I love that about Amelia, she's always in the middle of a book and won't stop talking about a book on
"So wait, you think this will help Mitch get a move on with the wedding?" I ask Sarah with a small laugh as I enter the elevator. "How could it not? I'll technically be in a wedding dress?!" Sarah responds with a short giggle, having just finished telling me about her halloween plans. Dressing up a
"He said a lot, the gist of it was that he didn't know that him leaving would have done what it did, he thought he was doing the right thing leaving you both. And that now he's been trying to better himself and wants to see you, maybe have a relationship with you" Rhode tells me delicately, slowly,
I do have a lot of wonderful things in my life."What did he think?" I ask him hopefully, even after all this time and everything he's done I want his approval, how pathetic. Rhode 's lips quirk up slightly."He was so proud. The business degree surprised him. He thought you would be either a writer