I lean on Dad's left side while Abby leans on Dad's right side as the three of us watch some ghost show on the telly until Dad's phone goes off making my sister and I get up. Dad looks at his phone and his expression becomes angered, but there was also relief halfway hidden behind the anger then he begins to text whoever it was the anger clear in his movement
"Dad? Who was that?" I question only to get a forced smile in response
"No one in important Anna dear. Why don't you two watch the show while I go fix supper?" he asks
"Yes sir." Abby and I chorus turning back to the TV, but we weren't able to focus on it. Who could have texted Dad? It couldn't have been the Yard since Dad hasn't worked on any cases since…..since it happened. Could it have been Uncle Mycroft? I pull out my phone and text Uncle Mycroft
Uncle, did you text Dad? –ALW
It didn't take long to get a reply which confused me even more
No I have not. Why do you ask?-MH
Was it Uncle Greg then? Dad got a text that seemed to anger him a few moments ago- ALW
Gregory hasn't messaged him either. I will see if I can find out who did.-MH
With a sigh I put my cell back in my pocket and look into the kitchen. This was interesting. Now I really wanted to know who texted our father.
"Abby, doesn't Dad put his cell on the table when he cooks?" I question and my twin nods
"Of course Anna. You're planning to see who messaged him by taking his phone aren't you?" I give her a grin before sneaking up table snatching Dad's phone off it and returning to the couch pulling up his messages along the way. It was like the entire world froze when I read the message
John, I'm sorry.-SH
What kind of cruel joke is this? Someone must have stolen our mother's phone or number or SOMETHING and messaged Dad. Who is so cruel as to do this?! Our mother died three years ago! Why is it that people can't let him rest in peace?! Angrily I send a reply back
Whoever this is you had best stop or I'll have my uncle hunt you down and it will not be pretty-ALW
A reply came almost instantly
Annabeth, how many times has your father told you not to look through his phone and do not threaten me with my brother young lady.-SH
You CAN NOT be my mum. My mum died three years ago and this is just some cruel joke by a very sick person. LEAVE US ALONE! WE'VE SUFFERED ENOUGH!-ALW
There was no reply to that and that was when Dad turned to look at us seeing his phone in my hands
"Annabeth Lucia Watson! Give me my phone!" he orders and I hand it to him
"I'm going to my room." I say and hear my sister yell at me
"I better not have to pick the lock again! We do share a room you know!" I slam the door shut with what Dad and Abby call 'my overdramatic groan'
I sigh looking through the messages on my phone. Sherlock's death hit all of us hard, but Annabeth was very close with her mum. They not only looked exactly alike, well Abigail did as well, but they even thought just alike. Shaking my head I put my phone back in my pocket and continue to make supper.