She turned on her phone and handed it to Mel as she walked up the path to the door of the police house.
“I don’t want to look at it,” she said.
He took it and sat down. Waves of messages hit the beach.
“This’ll be private stuff.”
“I was horrible wasn’t I?”
“Passionate....”
“I don’t want to read that I’ve hurt him and that Jasmine’s family arrived with William the Conqueror. I don’t care if her greatest great-uncle Ethelred the Snotgobbler fired the arrow that hit King Harold in the eye and received the County of Hampshire as his garden.”
“Wow! You know some history baby.”
She poked out her tongue.
“I can tell you’re feeling better.”
“I love him. I’ve never been so sure of something.”
He looked kindly at her and handed back the phone. She flicked through the messages.
“It’s all
