Dozens of missed calls, but only one voicemail this time. Martha, please. I’m lost without you by my side. My drinking must stop, and it will. I’ve not touched any since you left. If you come back to me, I’ll be different this time. Please Martha, I’m drowning. I’ve had to take time off work. I’m not capable of looking after myself. You know that. Please Martha, please I will change. We will go out more. I’ll treat you like the princess you are. Please my little project, I’ve loved you since the first day we met. Without you I’m nothing and don’t deserve to live.
Martha removed all the contents out of her handbag. A set of house keys, some stray money off coupons, and her plain gold band. Thomas had always wanted to get an update, but everything else looked too elaborate for her thin fingers. The ring slipped over her knuckle, as she sent her text.
Meet me tomorrow at Talbot street at twelve thirty xx
Writer Ravenclaw 