Scout's POV
The first Monday of the Easter Holidays and, having got no Mum to go home for, Maggie had cleared with Mr Byrne I could stay at the School House over the holidays. Luckily a few others were staying too!
'Scout, love, get the post for me?' Maggie's cheery tone made me laugh as I got up from the sofa and paused my Coronation Street Marathon.
I re-entered the kitchen with the post, tossing the letters for Maggie and Budgen on the kitchen table, before pocketing a small letter addressed to me in my jeans back pocket.
'Mags, I'm heading upstairs for a shower and to check my emails, can you leave the TV on for me – as you and Grantly aren't watching it?'
Maggie put her arm round me, and patted my shoulder. 'Of course, love. How long will you be?'
I shrugged, feeling for the slip of paper in my back pocket – I could feel it was tiny.
Thinking nothing of it, I headed to my room and once I was out of earshot, I closed my bedroom door and lay back on my double bed, taking out the piece of paper.
It had a mobile number on it. 0876325983
Curious, I fished for my Nokia Lumia 800 and dialled the number, sweat trickling down my forehead.
Who's was it? Who's?
A/N: Thank you for the reviews – I think we can all guess who the mobile number belongs to.