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Explanation

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

By Rachel DeemingPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 2 min read
Explanation
Photo by Alaric Duan on Unsplash

"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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  • D.K. Shepardabout a year ago

    The comparison of Christine to a caged wolf was a striking one! Well penned, Rachel!

  • I feel so sorry for both of them… neither are at fault.😳

  • I'd really hate to be Christine right now 😅😅

  • Caroline Cravenabout a year ago

    Gosh poor Christine. This will be a day she won't forget in a while.

  • Jay Kantorabout a year ago

    Rd - No 'Explanation' necessary as to how you may fill your time slot re; One~Month~Mo. You could-probably see if your stove is still in working order to get your family offa micro mac and cheese. Or, go for a shop @ your favorite Sally Thrift store for a less threadbare house coat. And, maybe even leave a little writing space for others. Just chatter-back teasing; or am I? Your J-Bud

  • JBazabout a year ago

    Evidence??? Now we are getting somewhere

  • John Coxabout a year ago

    I’m on edge too. Good Lord!

  • Just lob him in the quarry. No one'll notice!

  • Lana V Lynxabout a year ago

    Keeping me on edge with this, Rachel. Such a rollercoaster of emotions!

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    Okay. That much is out. I curious for Christine's reaction when she hears the whole truth.

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