Can You Mend It? Part 2 by Billy Wood-Smith

Author:Billy Wood-Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: series, second chance, realistic, ex girlfriend, getting back together, best friends brother, torn apart
Publisher: Billy Wood-Smith

Back in her room now, she kicked off her shoes and checked her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

She reached into her purse, pulled out her phone and turned it on. Sitting down on the bed, she typed in her pin code. Finally the main display came on.

One quick look, and her heart dropped.

There were no missed calls…

The air in the room suddenly felt too think to breathe.

She swallowed hard.

Then squinted.

While there was no symbol for missed calls on the display, there was one for text messages.

Her pulse racing now, she tapped a finger on the phone.

There were three new text messages in total. The first one was from Mom, just wanting to make sure she had arrived safely.

The other two were roaming infos.

There was nothing from Joe.

Nothing!

Trying hard not to let this get to her, D exhaled. Then she straightened up and started typing a message back to her Mom. Despite the very undemanding text, it took her a while to put it in. Her mind somehow just wouldn’t focus properly.

Had a good trip and a nice evening with boss of London office and his wife. Went on the London Eye… Got some great pictures.

Love, Danielle

She hit send and then just sat there for a moment, staring at the unpacked suitcase across the room. She should unpack. Then go to sleep. Calling Joe again, when he must already have two missed calls, was kind of pathetic.

Her hands had already initiated the call, though. Pathetic or not…

Holding the phone to her ear with a slightly trembling hand, she started to count the rings, intentionally trying not to think about what she was going to say. She had no idea what she would say. As long as she just got him on the line…

Ring, ring, ring – five, six, seven, eight.

When it kicked into voice mail, she swallowed hard. Somehow she wasn’t able to hang up just yet, even though, what followed was predictably excruciating: ‘Hi, you’ve reached Joe Reilley. I can’t take your call right now, but please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.’

Her mouth dry and her stomach knotted, D ended the call. His not picking up was bad enough. But it was the recording of his voice that made her eyes tear up.

~~~

Sarah looked at her brother incredulously.

She was standing beside the sofa in the living room, just having returned home.

Joe was sitting with his legs on the coffee table, some brainless action film playing on TV.

Sarah had dropped in to inquire how his afternoon with Mom and Aunt Tess had gone. He had grumbled that it had been okay. She had just been contemplating asking for some more details when his phone had started vibrating on the coffee table. It had taken him only a fraction of a second to grab it, flip it over and slam it display-down on the sofa beside him.

Despite his amazingly swift reaction, Sarah had caught a good enough split-second glimpse at the name of the caller.

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