Mark Edwards - Catch Your Death

Finally there was an awkward pause in the conversation and she could see him struggling to say something.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked.

Instead of speaking he reached into his pocket and took out a folded sheet of paper. He didn’t show it to her, just held it, gazing into space. Kate could almost hear his thoughts ticking away. Stephen used to do this too.

He said, ‘As soon as you told me your name was Kate, it rang a bell.’

‘Stephen told you about me?’

‘Yes. In a manner of speaking. It wasn’t something I’d thought about for a long time, but yes, I recognised your name straight away. I went home to check, to make sure I wasn’t imagining things, or mis-remembering, and there it was, in black biro.’

‘I don’t understand.’

Paul tapped the piece of paper. ‘A few days before he . . . before the fire, he wrote to me. He mentioned your name.’

‘And you’ve kept the letter all this time?’

‘I’ve kept every souvenir of Stephen I could. But this letter – I would have kept it anyway.’

‘Why?’

He handed it to her. ‘Read it and you’ll understand.’

She hesitated before taking the piece of paper from him, and as it touched her fingertips she felt a thrill, a shiver, as if the ghost she thought she’d seen earlier had touched her.

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