Isabella's Heiress by N.P. Griffiths

Author:N.P. Griffiths [N.P. Griffiths]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781909477766
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing
Published: 2014-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Emma was sitting on the edge of her bed running her hands through her hair whilst struggling against the knots that had appeared overnight. Stifling a yawn, she walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see a tired and worn reflection looking back. She turned to the shower and started it before a knock on the door caused her to look up from the sink as she brushed her teeth. Looking longingly at the steam now rising from the shower unit, Emma walked sleepily back into her bedroom, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and give herself over to the gentle cajoling of the shower.

She opened the door to find Taryn waiting on the other side.

“Come in.”

Taryn followed Emma back into the room and waited for her to close the door before she took the chair from under the desk.

“You’ll forgive me if I shower whilst we talk.” It wasn’t a request so much as a statement of fact and Taryn just nodded.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Taryn half shouted to make herself heard over the constant patter of the shower.

“Better, thank you.” Responded the voice from the bathroom. There was a pause for a second before it continued, this time with a little hesitancy, “Thanks for getting me back yesterday. I lost it there for a while, I’m sorry.”

“For what? We all do in this place. If you knew how many times I’ve gone to pieces. You’d be inhuman if you didn’t.”

“I guess but well, thanks all the same.” The shower stopped and there was a rustle of feet and towels as Emma walked back into the room.

Taryn hesitated for a second before looking at Emma uncertainly, “Em, what happened yesterday? I’ve never seen you like that, I mean ever.”

Emma was picking out a blouse and paused. She grabbed another set of jeans from the wardrobe and for a second wondered how it always seemed to be full of clean clothes before turning to face Taryn. “I..err…I saw my dad and I think he saw me.”

Taryn nearly fell off her seat, “That’s not possible!”

“Oh it is and Father Eamon’s said as much. He said that dad could sense me because he’s dying.” A knot built up in Emma’s stomach and she gulped down air to stop herself from crying. “He said that I gave off some kind of energy and that because I was close to him, he could sense it.”

“Oh my god! Emma, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. What happened? I mean, what did he say?”

“He thought I was death come to take him away.” It was all too much for Emma and she broke down in tears.

Taryn wrapped her arms round her. She couldn’t offer any words of comfort instead all she could do was hold onto Emma as she cried herself out.

A second knock came on the door about ten minutes later and Taryn went to answer only to find the door firmly locked in place.

“I have to do it.

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