Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 18

CH 18

Marilyn

She was discharged from the hospital a week later, and the social worker had organised home help for her for the next month, and organised patient transport to her home, or the address that was on her driver’s license. The police had dropped off her one suitcase, and handbag with her belongings in it.

Even to her, it looked as though she had been travelling from somewhere, returning home, she guessed. There was a laptop in that suitcase, some clothes and a couple of books all with her name on them, all written by Marilyn Riddley. There was no picture of herself on them, but she’d flipped through them and smiled as she’d gotten the sense that she was the actual author of those books.

When she’d turned that laptop on, there had been a password to unlock it, and she’d been able to recall the password. It was the main character from her first book. She smiled to herself, even knew where to put the capital letters. She’d gone through it and was not wrong. There were on that laptop all of her books plus the one she was clearly working on. Something finally felt familiar to her. She was Marilyn Riddley Author.

She’d googled the woman and found not a great deal. Her books sold quite well, yet there was no picture of her. She was a bit of a recluse, it seemed, and didn’t want those around her to know who she was. It was all there in her bio. The only thing known about her was that she lived in Virginia. It stated her bio had been

updated only six weeks ago.

At least that was something. She was who she thought she was.

Arriving at her home in Bedford, there was a woman standing waiting for them at the house. It was a quaint two–bedroom cottage, all white, with a covered veranda at the front, a few potted plants, and she could see. there was a barn–style building off to the side. It was a lovely property with a tree–lined driveway, acreage she knew, all the details of the sale of the house were on her laptop as well. This house sat on six acres and the gates at the front of the property were simple and white, had stood open.

There were many deliveries lined up along the veranda as well. She’d not been ho to take delivery, and so they’d been left in a safe place. Her home couldn’t be seen from the road down the long driveway. So anywhere was good, she thought.

The patient transport assisted her out of the vehicle and into the house, and the woman standing there had smiled at her and introduced herself as Barb, would be there to help her every day for the next four weeks

until her casts came off.

There wasn’t much by way of furnishings. “It looks like you’re just moving in, Miss Riddley.”

She could only agree. “I got in an accident on my way here,” she nodded. “This is now moving day I guess.”

“Hmm, you’re not going to make it up those stairs to your bedroom,” Barb had stated as she looked up at the

stairs.

“It is unlikely,” Marilyn nodded. “Guess I’ll be sleeping on the floor until I can get a bed delivered.”

“There are a fair few deliveries outside, let me go check them and see what’s there.”

Barb was not only a helpful woman, but she was a doer as well. Had gone off and checked the mailbox for her and brought back a bunch of mail. There were two bank cards in there, from her bank. That was good.

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She could actually pay for things, and she’d been able to access her bank from her laptop.

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There was a scar that ran down her left arm, one near her temple in her hairline, and she had several down and around her rib cage as well. But there was nothing she could do about it, she just had to deal with them, like she had to, not having a memory.

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