The story of love.
CHAPTER One
CHAPTER One
AT Time,The Meeting Had seemed impor- tant to julie Matthew, senior editor of west Coast Homes. She frowned when the magazine,s adminis- trative assistant opened the boardroom door and beck- oned to her. I,m rather busy, gina. She, djust put her first overhead on projected advertising revenuc. I don ,t suppose this could wait? ,
,Gina shook her head ,her grim. Well,then .Julie sighed, then smiled apologeti- cally at the familiar faces,including those of the pub- lisher and managing editor. Her felt marker still in her hand ,she strode out of the room closing the door behind her this had better be-,,
Without a word, Gina Handed her the phone,her eyes huge in what was, Julie noticed, a very pale face. What was wrong? Julie took the receiver in her left hand and clenched the maeker in her other.
Russell was due home from Saltspring lsland to day. He, d taken some papers mark in the peace of their seaside cottage. Had there been a problem with the shuttle plane as it sprinted across Strait of Georgia to Vancouver Harbor? Oh,God,please no... A stranger asked, Are you Ben Matthew,s mother?,,
Ben. It was Ben Julie leaned against the wall, her knees say.
No! She didn't actually scream.....at least, she didn't think so. She tried to ask what had happened, where to go how he was. But... Ben. Ben. Ben.Ben....
It wasn't her husband. It was Ben, her nine-year-old son. Julie took a taxi from her office to the hospital.
Gina had ordered the cab for her, and had promised to get hold of Russell, too.Julie should have been the one to tell her husband but when she'd held her cell phone she couldn't direct her shaking fingers to the familiar numbers.
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