CHAPTER 52
HIS FINE DARK hair had a slight russet hue, the colour of leaves in the autumn. Lyn kissed the top of her stepson’s head as she bent down to put a Thomas the Tank Engine birthday cake in front of him that she had been preparing for most of the week before.
“Billy, look! You’re having another birthday party today with Daddy, Lyn, Granny and Uncle Jeff! Who’s a lucky boy then?”
Three-year-old Billy smiled and looked appreciatively at his cake:
“I lucky. Where’s my Mummy?” He looked around the kitchen and then back to his cake.
“Mummy will see you later on when Daddy takes you home.” Lyn felt a momentary stab of jealousy, but then shrugged it off and thanked her lucky stars that they had been granted access every other weekend.
“Okay. I want cake.”
“What’s the magic wo
