he solicitor informed him in no uncertain terms; “Miss Jones does not wish to be located by you Mr Mason, in fact her one stipulation at this point in time is that under no circumstance are you to be given any idea of her whereabouts,” at which he had hung up without a bye or leave.
Josh contacted Rhys who advised him not to pursue it. If she didn’t want to be found, she wouldn’t be, and if she were she may do a bunk again and Josh might not get any further offer of financial aid from her.
“It’s not about the money Rhys, these kids need their mum, and I need her…” he said, thinking back to the night Callie had run a fever and he had got scared, and he had cried out in vain, “Carys, Callie’s ill and I don’t know what to do!” Six months after Carys had disappeared, and Harry had his accident, social services finally seemed convinced the children were under no threat from Josh and the spot checks ceased, the children, however, remained under observation at a family centre once a week.
Just on a year after Carys had left, Rhys' car pulled onto the drive, Rhys got out of the driver's side, there was a female in the passenger seat wearing dark glasses who seemed to be reading something. “Mummy!” Carys shouted.
“That’s not mummy, Pumpkin…” Josh said, as the female occupant of the car opened the door and Carys stepped out of the vehicle.
Callie ran straight into her arms, firing questions at her, was she home? Did she love them again?
“Let’s go inside shall we?” Rhys said motioning for the family to go inside the house. There was something in the way he said it had the alarm bells ringing in Josh’s head, but he said nothing and went inside carrying Harry who kept looking at Carys warily while keeping his arms tight round his dad’s neck. “What’s going on?” Josh asked as soon as they were inside. Rhys and Carys noted that previously he would have already lost his temper, but it appeared that a year of being a single father had calmed him somewhat. Rhys motioned for them all to sit down.