𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡

The truth

POV Thomas Shelby
I was doing some of the work. I started to be a mp for Birmingham in the House of Commons. I needed to do a speech.
When I was about to start writing, Polly stormed into my office room.
"Tom, We need to talk about something."
"What is it Polly, I'm busy." I didn't look up and wrote my sentence down.
"It's a family matter."
"Later, Polly. We can make a family meeting." I looked at my paper, thinking about my written phrases.
"It's important. It can't wait."
"Okay, what is it, eh?" I let go of my pencil and looked into Polly's worried face.
"Finn come in." Finn walked into the room, looking to me with an anxious face.
"What did you do Finn, huh? Didn't I tell you, you should keep you out of trouble?"
"I didn't do anything. I need tell you something really important."
"Go ahead." I leaned against my seat and lit a cigarette on.
"...I-I walked with Micheal to the flowershop to buy flowers for Dahlias grave and then I thought I saw her in the crowd. I thought I was hallucinating it. But then I saw her a few weeks later next to the market with a child. She was it. Dahlia. It was-"
"Stop those no sense. Is there something else?" I said calmly. I knew she was gone long ago.
"Tommy, please listen to me. I found Dahlia."
"Finn, she is.... She is dead." I looked into his face. Everybody knew how it broke me. I tried to hide my emotions, but probably they noticed my face. Her name hurts.
"No, I saw Dahlia. She is alive. Dahlia, she is-" Finn continued.
"Finn, I told you already. She is not here anymore." Slowly, my voice become harshly.
"But I saw here. She is it. It was Dahl-" I cut him off. I had enough. I didn't want to feel the pain.
"I don't want to fucking hear this again. I don't want hear it. Don't you ever fucking say her name again.
How she would be alive after the shot, huh? Are you making fun of me now? Do you want to make me crazy?
I searched for her. I fucking searched for her. I hoped that she was alive. I fucking hoped. Don't you think that I searched for her, huh?" I shouted.
"What? no Tom. Wait. It isn't like this. I swear i have seen her and I know we're she is!" Finn shouted back.
"He didn't lie. Tom. She is alive. Finn found her. She has your ring. I saw it with my own eyes. She was it." Polly stated out.
"Tell me where she is then, huh?" I said bitterly, not looking to them.
"We can't tell you." I looked up and I could see it in their eyes. They didn't lie. They didn't lie... I stood up and walked up to them.
"What?" I asked confused. I realized it. My world...She was still alive...
"She will be scared and that will ruin everything . At first we need a plan."
"Just tell me where she fucking is. I just want to see her. Why would she be scared of me? I am her husband. I would never hurt her."
"I'm sorry, Tom." Polly said sadly. There was something else holding her back.
"There is something else. What is it?"
"Why? Why are you not telling me?..Finn, you better fucking tell me where she is. "
"I can't"Finn whispered, looking away.
"I will find her by myself." I wanted walk out of the room, not wanting to stay any minutes longer without her next to me.
Polly walked in front of me.
"Polly, go beside."
"You can't go." Polly held  me back.
"Why?! Why,huh? Why do you want to stop me? I want to see my fucking wife. After all this years, thinking that she died because of me.
Why are you two not telling me where my WIFE is?!"
"It will break you" Polly whispered.
"Just tell me the fucking truth!"
"The fucking truth is that She doesn't remember us. She lost her god damn memories" Finn bursted out.
"What?"