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Three Letters
Josephine Cox
The brand new dramatic novel about the power of a father’s love, a little boy’s journey,and the desperate search for a place to call home, from Number 1 best-selling author Josephine Cox.Eight-year-old Casey’s mother Ruth is a cruel woman, with a weakness for other women’s husbands.Casey’s father is gentle and hard-working and, though Tom Denton has long suspected his wife of having sordid affairs, he has chosen to turn a blind eye to keep the peace. But then, out of the blue, Tom’s world is cruelly shattered when he receives two bits of devastating news. Because of this, Tom realises that from now on their lives must change, forever.Tom is made to fight for his son, determined to keep him safe. But, when fate takes a hand, life can be unbearably cruel, and Casey is made to remember his father’s prophetic words…‘It’s done. The dice is thrown, and nobody wins.’But, unbeknown to Casey, there are three letters penned by his father, that may just change his destiny forever.
JOSEPHINE COX
Three Letters
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Source ISBN: 9780007419999
Ebook Edition © February 2012 ISBN: 9780007419975
Version: 2017-05-22
Praise (#ulink_da8b0724-461b-54e2-8837-1f888122cbf5)
‘Readers will find it impossible to tear themselves away.’
News of the World
‘Another hit for Josephine Cox.’
Sunday Express
‘The latest emotionally charged story from this mega-selling author won’t disappoint her army of fans.’
Bella
‘Cox’s talent as a storyteller never lets you escape the spell.’
Daily Mail
‘Another masterpiece.’
Best
‘A born storyteller.’
Bedfordshire Times
Dedication (#ulink_43ad8c62-adf3-5dc0-bb2c-95603252311a)
To my darling Ken, as always.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u6a161452-3f34-5dc3-9041-42329b6a6b1f)
Title Page (#ucd1d2d22-c26c-5cf4-a7ba-7f88e0f9b3bd)
Copyright (#u7ebec64e-830f-515d-882e-cb1637a6167f)
Praise (#u2a7375f7-6289-5159-842f-884db9be2127)
Dedication (#u9d4136f6-4ec2-5275-9868-2d2449cbf363)
Part One: Blackburn – March 1958 – Lies (#ufb31fd88-0c56-50c6-8045-6a90844d02e3)
Chapter One (#u68ffa902-e919-566a-9d09-873ff180ee70)
Chapter Two (#ueb79c537-ffbe-5c87-bcca-878b6d4ac9a9)
Chapter Three (#u6afa7317-9a24-5325-a132-8b5c8920fc05)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Two: Loving Arms (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Three: A Hard Road (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Four: Chance Encounter (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Five: Suspicions (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Six: Your Sins will Find You Out (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
Q&A with Josephine Cox (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader,
It never ceases to amaze and touch me deeply, when I read your wonderful and very honest letters. I hope you can confide in me whenever you feel lonely or sad and, as ever, I will always reply as soon as I can.
For those of you going through a very difficult time, I hope things will be alright and I do understand and listen. For now, my thoughts are with you.
All my love,
Jo x
PART ONE (#ulink_6d7a3d11-cea4-53fd-8336-ab6fc6676fb0)
Blackburn – March 1958 Lies (#ulink_6d7a3d11-cea4-53fd-8336-ab6fc6676fb0)
Below is part of the letter that Casey receives from his father.
For Casey
My love will always be with you, son, and if it’s possible, I will be ever by your side, watching and guiding you. When you’re worried and sad of heart, you might hear the softest rush of sound about you. It will be me, come to encourage and help you.
Be brave, my son. Follow your heart, and know always that I love you.
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_c560f3c1-2825-51ab-85f7-e23b4a400248)
‘RIGHT, LADS, TIME to finish up.’ The foreman’s voice echoed through the factory. ‘We’ve all got better things to do than hang round ’ere, so come on, chop chop.’
Grateful to be at the end of another week, the men heard Bill Townsend’s instructions and the machines were quickly switched off.
Tormented by his thoughts, Tom Denton had not heard the instructions and he continued to grade the metal parts, as they travelled along the conveyor belt.
‘Wake up, lad!’ the foreman shouted. ‘It’s time to go … unless yer want to spend the weekend ’ere?’
Tom acknowledged the order with a nod of the head. He switched off the machine, quickly stacked the graded tools into a packing case, then collected his bag.
Hurrying down the gangway, he fell in with the other men; their voices creating an eerie echo as they chattered amongst themselves. Marching towards the door, their heavy boots made a comforting rhythmic sound against the concrete floor.
‘I can’t wait to get home,’ said one, ‘I’ve a meaty hot-pot waiting for me.’
One of the men chuckled. ‘A meaty hot-pot, eh? What’s that, your wife or your dinner?’ His cheeky comment created a roar of laughter amongst his workmates.
Waiting with the men’s wage packets, Bill Townsend focused his attention on Tom; a quiet young man in his early thirties. From starting work as an apprentice at the age of fourteen, he had proved himself to be a hard worker, thoroughly reliable and greatly respected by his colleagues. He was also popular, with his kindly nature, and easy smile, even though for the sake of his son, he was made to tolerate a shameful situation at home. A situation which, unbeknown to Tom, was common gossip in the local community.
He had two great loves in his life. One was his music. The other was young Casey, the son he doted on.
He was more than willing to pass the time of day during the short break, especially with his mate, Len, who was the mechanic that kept the machines in top working order, though today, Len was off work having three of his teeth out.
Bill wondered about Tom, having noticed how quiet he had been of late. His smile was not so quick, and his shoulders were hunched, as though carrying the weight of the world.
Having heard the latest gossip in the neighbourhood, Bill had a good idea what was playing on Tom’s mind, but it was not for him to interfere and, more importantly, Tom would not thank him for it. As far as he was concerned, any friction between a man and his wife was for them to deal with. Others could mind their own business.
Just then, sensing that he was being watched, Tom looked up to see Bill staring at him. Feeling uncomfortable at having been caught out, Bill gave him a quick smile, and hurriedly returned to his paperwork. ‘No doubt that woman has been giving him grief again!’ Like everyone else, Bill was aware of the gossip.
Tom guessed what was going through Bill’s mind, as it must be going through the mind of every man jack on that factory floor. He had long suspected they were aware of his unhappy marital situation. In fact, he was sure the whole of Blackburn must know about his wife’s sordid affairs by now.
Whenever he tackled her about seeing other men, she always denied it, but occasionally the evidence betrayed her. A trusted neighbour might tell him; or he might catch a glimpse of her in the street on the arm of some stranger, and once he came home to find a man’s wallet lying on the floor of their bedroom.
Like a good and practised liar, she always had answers. After a while, for the sake of peace, Tom pretended to believe her lies, but he had so much bitterness and regret in him, so much pain. There was a time when he had adored her, but his love for Ruth had diminished in the face of her betrayals. For the sake of appearances, and the wellbeing of their son, he had stayed in the belief that it was better for young Casey to be part of a slightly damaged family than not be part of a family at all.
He made himself believe that he must be partly to blame, that somehow he had failed not only Ruth, but himself. In the end, seeing no way out of his impossible dilemma, and unable to right the situation, he left her to her own devices and devoted his life and energy to Casey.
If it hadn’t been for his son, Tom would have left his cheating wife long ago, but Casey was the light of his life and at times, his only joy.
Now, though, ironically, his careful reasoning was undermined, because Fate had intervened, driving him in a different and unexpected direction.
As he queued for his wages with the other men, Tom silently dwelt on his life and the way things had turned out. Ruth had been the wrong woman for him, and because of her, he had never taken the chances when they came along. And there had been one or two, the most memorable being a certain occasion when his musical talent might have carried him into the big time. Now that was a dream long gone. His chances of becoming a serious musician were lost for ever. He would never know the joy of playing to audiences far and wide because, like a fool, he had listened to Ruth, and now it was all too late.
Pushing the bad thoughts from his mind, Tom thought of Casey, and a gentle, loving smile washed over his face. That cheeky, darling boy had appeared to inherit his daddy’s passion for music, and a quenchless curiosity for knowledge. He wanted to know everything: about music, about life and the way of things in the world.
From the minute he could speak, Casey questioned everything, wanting to know where the sun came from in the morning and where it went at night. He spent hours watching the birds in the back yard, and when they sang he mimicked them and sang back.
