Ava watched as Mr and Mrs Blakely stood outside the Trinity, waiting for the taxi cab that would take them to the train station. Flashing a smile, she returned their enthusiastic wave goodbye then yawned.
“I’m going to take ten,” she told Gemma, the new receptionist. “I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me.” She had been on her feet since the working day had begun and was long overdue a sit-down.
Entering her office, she kicked off her shoes and stretched out her feet. “What the heck?” She said. There was a vase of flowers with a large card leaning against them, placed in the centre of her desk.
“Thom.” Rolling her eyes, she picked up the card and opened it.
Dear Ava,
I just wanted you to know that I miss you. You’ve always been like a sister to me and although I know that I’ve je
