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Explanation

A Story Every Day in 2024 Nov 21st 335/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 2 min read
Explanation
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"Look, Christine," Bethan began. "I don't know it all but I'll tell you what I do know, okay? And this is all from my perspective so I may be missing some things or taking leaps here. But here goes.'

Christine was pacing. A memory sprang into Bethan's head of a wolf in an enclosure, patrolling, looking for a way out of the situation in which it found itself. She remembered feeling sorry for it and that's how she felt now. Dave had done the dirty on them both, from what she could gather but Bethan had said goodbye to him, had a chance to live (if you could call it that) without him. Her feelings were not so tied up in him. The man was a louse but he wasn't her louse anymore. However, for Christine, today was turning out to be one traumatic episode after another.

Bethan wondered whether it was a good idea to tell her. Was there a better time? And then realised that no, this was how it was going to have to be. She took a deep breath, swallowed the pain she still had in her throat.

"Dave was my husband. We're divorced. We had a daughter, Laney."

Christine looked sharply at Bethan when she said this.

"She went missing some years back and was never found." Bethan paused, swallowed.

"I knew that Dave had moved on. I knew that he had another wife. I didn't know that he had another daughter until recently and I'll expand on that in a minute." Bethan wasn't sure how Christine would take the fact that she knew her daughter, had been in her house! God, how would I feel? Bethan focused on the background. "But I think, although I don't know this for sure and perhaps you'll be able to shed some light on this, that he was with you long before, perhaps even while he was with me and the fact that he wanted to meet up today means that he's scared, not about that maybe but about something..."

Bethan trailed off.

Christine paced still, back and forth.

"I think it's linked to the photos. And the camera."

Finally, Christine stopped.

"What photos?"

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    Written by Rachel Deeming