CHAPTER NINE
I couldn't really concentrate on anything when I got home. My mind was preoccupied, thinking about Tom, wondering what his world was like, marriage, children, etc. There was no one at home, and the boys were nowhere to be seen, and judging by the pots left on the table, they had already helped themselves to some lunch. I made myself a coffee, popped a CD on and chilled out on the sofa. Then I remembered the card.
I ran upstairs to our room, searching for the bag I had used on Friday night. When I eventually found it, the card was still tucked away in the zip compartment.
I headed back down stairs with it, grabbed my mobile phone and started to dial the number. I paused halfway through. What if his wife answered? What if he didn't want to speak? Well, I was only thanking him
