Carole switched on the Telly. She thought she might spot her Dazzle in the coverage they were doing on that poor girl Holly and her parents. She felt so sorry for them, Barry said she had a bleeding heart but she remembered what it was like losing a baby and she wouldn't wish it on anyone.
She tried not to think about it all; she had blocked it all from her memory and focused on her Dazzle. She was so proud of him and everything he'd achieved despite all the bother with Barry. Oh she wished they would just get along, it pained her that she didn't see her Dazzle because he was avoiding Barry.
She knew Barry was in the wrong that he was not the father that Dazzle needed. He'd never managed to get past that Dazzle wasn't theirs. Oh he tried but all he could see was the differences between them and instead of cherishing them like she had, he'd let them fuel his anger.
She'd tried to make it better, spoiling Darren when she could to make up for it. She'd made sure that Barry hadn't hurt Dazzle, but now that Dazzle had distanced himself so much she realised that not all hurt was physical. And it was too late.
She'd just have to settle for being in his life on his terms. She was so grateful that he had Lofty in his life to give him the love and acceptance he deserved. She knew he needed that, he'd never said anything but she could see he'd struggled to find his place. That he felt he didn't belong.
The news had come on the Telly and she perked up eager to see if her Dazzle came on screen, instead she saw the tall man in charge, Fletch and a woman she hadn't seen before. She kept it on in case she could spot him, listening to them speak. She picked up her cup of tea to sip, and almost spat it out when she heard Fletch say "Her name is Angel Godard."
Carole zoned out, how many woman are there called Angel? Surely it's just a coincidence. The young girl who'd handed Dazzle to her all those years ago, her name had been Angel. She'd never met another one. But surely not?
Surely that girl would still be in Scotland? They'd moved away after adopting Dazzle so that no one knew he hadn't been theirs. Barry couldn't stand the thought of the neighbours and his mates knowing.
No she shook her head; it was just a coincidence, these things happen. She wondered if this Angel was the Ange Dazzle had kept talking about last time they'd spoken. Oh no, she could feel something bad was going to happen.
She needed to know if it was the same Angel. How could she find out? It was 31 years ago and the teenager she'd met briefly would have changed so much she wasn't sure she would have recognised her. Maybe she should ask her?
No maybe not, they'd decided not to tell Dazzle about her after the first disastrous attempt. She'd settled for his bedtime story instead but he'd never really understood what she was trying to say.
But then what if she was? Dazzle's birthday was coming up soon, what if this Angel worked it out and told him? No she couldn't let that happen. She'd have to tell him herself if it was that girl. She was trying to remember if they'd ever been told the girls surname.
She didn't think so; they'd been very serious about privacy the agency. She only knew her first name because Angel had told her when she'd handed Dazzle over. Could she take the risk and just leave it?
Maybe she could find out from Dazzle how old she is? She'd known the girl was 13 when she had Dazzle. Yes she could do that and then if that matched well she would have to tell him. Barry wasn't going to be happy he's always preferred to pretend the adoption hadn't happened. And now Dazzle was grown he didn't even mention him. It made her sad.
She picked up her phone to call Dazzle.