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THE NINETEENTH
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I open up the first one and let out a soft gasp when I see who wrote it; Hannah. Taylor looks at me curiously, but I just shake my head as I begin to read. At first, it looks like an ordinary love letter but I am a little confused when Hannah talks about how much she is going to miss Richard, making me wonder whether she is talking about her fake suicide but when I glance up and check the date on the letter my hands begin to shake. The letter was dated two weeks before Taylor left for his gap-year travels.How is that possible? Taylor said he met her in Costa Rica, that she never knew he had a brother yet here we have it in her own handwriting that she was in some sort of relationship with Richard well before she ever met Taylor. I glance up at Taylor and see he is engrossed in flicking through files on the computer so turn my attention to Stix who is sitting quietly on the sofa, curled up into Chris’ arms as he whispers softly to her.&ldquo
Thirty Days THE NINETEENTH pt3
Three hours have passed since Taylor literally ran out the door. I made lunch, but no one appeared to have much of an appetite so most of it lies on the side uneaten along with the cups of tea I seem to be compulsively making. Henry has been going crazy because somehow his guys managed to lose Taylor at some point along the Promenade and keep calling me every fifteen minutes to see if Taylor has made it back in one piece.I have just pulled a batch of scones out of the oven when I hear the door click. We all look at each other with alarm and wait to see what is about to happen. I am shaken to my core when I see a pale Taylor standing at the top of the stairs dripping with sweat and the rain that has been falling most of the morning.I walk across to him and place my hand on his arm, trying to ignore it when he flinches at my touch. I have seen the look in his eyes once before, the night we had sex before he abandoned me. I resist the urge to cry at
Thirty Days THE TWENTIETH
I am under strict instructions not to worry so of course that is all I can do. When Taylor was finally compos mentis, we drove up to London with the brown envelope clutched firmly in my hands and Stix and Chris in the back seat. I didn’t want to let it out of my sight for a moment, not until we could hand it over to someone who could actually do something with it. When Emelia was finally able to read through the letters, the expression on her face was like all her Christmases had come at once. Even Detective Stanton had a small grin on her face as she finally got the substantial evidence she needed to link Richard and Hannah together. When we finally walked out of the police station where we had all met up, I felt lighter than I had for weeks and wondered if we were finally on the home straight. We had to leave it to all the professionals; apparently getting evidence admitted at such a late stage of the trial would be difficult but Emelia assured us she had some tricks up her sleeve.
Thirty Days THE TWENTY-FIRST
Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out. Our night of frivolity was just what I needed and by the time we all fell asleep on the giant sofa, we were all exhausted but happy. A night on the couch though was not exactly kind on my back and when I awoke at four a.m. I padded softly through to the bedroom expecting to see Taylor tucked up in bed. Instead, I found him passed out on the chaise fully clothed, one shoe on and one shoe off, reeking of whiskey. I can only guess the hangover he is going to have when he finally wakes up. Michelle left early, heading off on a mini-break with her gorgeous boyfriend, Marc, to the Cotswolds. As she gushed over him last night, I
Thirty Days THE TWENTY-SECOND
“Do you have everything you need, Stix?” I ask poking my head around the door frame to our spare room.“Yeah, I think I am all good, Abs. Thanks again for this,” Stix replies soberly, her expression saying it all.I walk into the room and sit down on the double bed looking around. “This looks really lovely,” I say as I survey the transformation of our guest bedroom. The plain grey walls now have a vast array of pictures hung up. A string of fairy lights has been wound around the headboard and every surface is littered with books, make-up and electronic gadgets.“Sorry for the mess, Abs. I am not quite finished getting this lot packed away.” Stix looks at me with apprehension, as if I am about to tell her off.“Don’t stress about it Stix. This is your room for as long as you need it. You don’t need to walk on eggshells, please. Make yourself at home. Tell me if there is
Thirty Days THE TWENTY-THIRD
It is still really early; the sun hasn’t even made it above the horizon and Taylor is already freshly showered and picking out a suit in our walk-in wardrobe. I am watching him lazily, marvelling at the sight of his delicious body as I imagine taking him in my mouth. I shake my head…what the hell is going on with me? I am horny, so very horny, and I can only partially blame my pregnancy hormones. I debate for a moment before slipping out of bed and walking across to where Taylor is standing in front of the mirror, tying his tie.Without a word, I walk in front of him, slipping down to my knees on the plush carpet. “What are you doing, Abs?” Taylor asks curiously and I just shake my head and place a finger on my lips. My nimble fingers make quick work of Taylor’s belt and trousers and a moment later they, along with his pants, are pooled around his ankles. I reach forward and caress Taylor’s semi-hard cock. I work my mouth over the tip,
Thirty Days THE TWENTY-FOURTH
Today is the day; Hannah is going to be on the witness stand. My stomach churns every time I think of it. Taylor tried to dissuade me from attending, but I put my foot down this time. I need to look Hannah in the eye when she gets up and lies in court.I was so nervous the first time I walked into the courtroom to testify that I hadn’t taken much notice of my surroundings. But as I find my seat behind the large bench of barristers and solicitors for the Prosecution I take a good look around me. A large coat of arms sits above the judge’s chair which along with the dark wooden panelling gives the room an austere feel. We are still waiting for the judge to arrive, but I guess that it won’t be long as I see the far door open and the jurors are led in.It all feels a little surreal, like I am watching an episode of Law & Order: UK, as the judge enters and then finally Hannah is brought to the witness stand. I watch as she stands and makes her
Thirty Days THE TWENTY-FOURTH pt2
By the time we slip back into our seats in the courtroom, the jury is just being led back in. Taylor wraps an arm around my shoulders, a comforting gesture that makes me relax a little. I watch as Emelia makes some notes as Hannah is led back into the witness box. For the first time, Hannah looks slightly nervous but when she spots Taylor and me, her gaze turns bitter.Emelia stands up and I find my heart beginning to race, almost as if I am the one getting up to question Hannah myself. “Miss Fisher, would you agree that you have spent the entire morning telling a pack of lies to the courtroom?” Emelia asks, her tone pleasant and light as if she had just asked her whether or not she had enjoyed her lunch.“Absolutely not,” Hannah replies, her tone aggressive. I watch as the tension radiates off her body, her unease written all over her face.Emelia begins by going over Hannah’s testimony that stated that she had no knowl
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