Chapter 8Respite
“You look absolutely shattered,” Maria Ross exclaimed as she looked at her husband, who'd just walked in to the kitchen, his sagging shoulders and downcast expression betraying the effects of a stressful day at work. Andy always used the back door as a rule when coming home from work. Nine times out of ten, his shoes would be dirty and soiled from his exposure to the 'wild side of life, as Maria described his job. Today was no exception.
“Been a rough day, sweetheart,” he replied as he dropped exhaustedly into an armchair that looked out of place in its surroundings. The old, blue velour upholstered fireside chair had moved with them from their previous house and had previously belonged to Ross's father, where it had held pride of place in his parents' kitchen. It was pr
