Chapter 6: Vikki
There was a thick brown envelope on the doormat when Mike got up the next morning.
It was raining so heavily outside that even the marathon runner himself had decided against it and stayed in bed, and Mike was quietly grateful for it as he picked up the wad of paper and saw the familiar logo. Stephen would have had his head for ordering this before the new term started.
It was an information and application pack. From the council. About fostering and adoption.
Mike knew Stephen wanted to wait until the clinic was over and done with, but part of him asked why. Why not go to a couple of the information evenings? Why not at least get the application ready? Then once the new term started, and they didn’t have to go to the clinic anymore, they could just pop it in the post
