‘She’s an absolute nightmare,’ Jennifer had told Emma. ‘You and Felix deserve a medal for what you’ve had to endure.’
Then there was the other issue – Felix. Emma was beginning to think maybe he’d simply been drunk and not really in control of his actions. Did he regret kissing her? Inviting her to spend the night together? Whilst Emma had been on a natural high from the gig, shehadbeen completely sober. And she hadn’t regretted a thing. She had shuddered at the thought of Anika opening Felix’s bedroom door and catching them in bed together. My God, how would that have panned out?
Madeleine led them to the narrow pews and they shuffled along, sitting down silently, with Emma in the middle. Suddenly she felt Felix’s hand reach out to hold hers. She took it. Bending down he whispered in her ear, ‘I’m so sorry, Emma.’
She looked up into his pale blue eyes. ‘Let’s put it behind us.’
He gripped her hand tightly and nodded. Yes, it was time to draw a line under Anika Genness.
After the service Emma went to the side of the altar to light a candle, while Felix and Madeleine made their way out. Watching the bright flame, Emma closed her eyes in prayer.
Oh, Mum, I so wish you were here. With her dad being away on his narrowboat, she felt even more insecure without either of them. Then a comforting glow settled within her. She wasn’t alone an inner voice told her, she had Felix.
