Burning Obsession

‘I’m not so sure—’ She broke off to look anxiously at the doctor as he emerged from her father’s room.

Jordan stood up. ‘Doctor,’ he politely shook hands with the other man.

‘Mr Lord,’ Michael Jones nodded.

Kelly joined then. ‘How is he?’ she asked eagerly.

‘Would you both like to come along to my office?’ the doctor invited. ‘We can talk more freely there.’

She could barely control her impatience as they all became seated in the ward office. Was there something wrong? Was her father more ill than they had first thought?

The doctor took his time, fiddling idly with the paperweight on his desk. ‘I realise this may seem a strange question,’ he said finally. ‘But could you tell me how long the two of you have been married?’ he spoke to Jordan.

Jordan looked as puzzled at Kelly. ‘Five years. Why?’

‘Mm, just as I thought,’ the doctor nodded, his expression grave.

‘What is it?’ Kelly’s voice was shrill. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing too serious,’ Dr Jones instantly assured her. ‘But serious enough. It seems that the bump on your father’s head caused slightly more damage than we first suspected.’

‘But you said there was no fracture—’

‘There isn’t, Mrs Lord,’ the doctor soothed her. ‘You see,’ he took a deep breath, ‘your father, he—well, he—A few minutes ago he apologised for interrupting your holiday, remember?’ he quirked one eyebrow at her.

‘Yes,’ she nodded frowningly.

He sighed. ‘The holiday he referred to was your honeymoon. I’m afraid this bump on his head has caused your father to have a slight lapse of memory.’

‘Which means?’ Jordan prompted impatiently.

‘Which means Mr Darrow has, temporarily we hope, lost five years of his life. As far as he’s concerned the two of you have just returned from your honeymoon.’

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p; CHAPTER THREE

KELLY was stunned, speechless. Her father had lost his memory! Well, not all of it, just the relevant part that would tell him she and Jordan were no longer together.

‘He has to be told,’ she said unthinkingly, looking up at the doctor. ‘He’ll have to be told that Jordan and I—’

‘I doubt it’s wise to tell him anything?’ Jordan interrupted coldly. ‘Am I right, Dr Jones?’

‘Quite right, Mr Lord,’ the other man nodded gravely. ‘At the moment he simply couldn’t cope with the knowledge that five years of his life are total blackness to him. His heart condition—’

‘Heart condition?’ Kelly repeated dazedly. ‘I don’t know of any—’

‘I know,’ Jordan acknowledged. ‘David told me about it years ago.’

‘How many years ago?’ she demanded to know.

‘About four.’ he replied calmly.

Dr Jones nodded. ‘That would be about the time he first found out about it.’

‘But I wasn’t told,’ Kelly said dully. ‘My father said nothing to me.’

‘He probably didn’t want to worry you,’ the doctor excused. ‘After all, he’s still a young man, he wouldn’t see any necessity for telling you of something that may never happen, to worry you unnecessarily.’