“My wife's reaction was more immediate. Screaming “No”, she snatched the photograph and tore it to shreds. I saw horror dawning in her eyes as she fled the room whimpering “No, no...”
Robert stared at the scattered pieces, incomprehension across his face.
“There's something you should see” I said, leading him to the cellar. That box had seemed important, so I'd kept it safe. As I unwrapped the scarf I related its history to Robert, handing him the jigsaw photograph. Questions bubbled around his lips before he spotted the lottery ticket.
“Dad, that's Fiona's handwriting!”
