50 Chris. One year later
I pause as I walk past the microwave and catch sight of the time. 16:42. Exactly one year. To the minute.
The past year has been a rollercoaster of emotion. Watching Evie grow up more quickly than I could ever have imagined, and doing it all without her mum. Sometimes I sit and watch her sleeping, wondering how on earth such a tiny brain can process everything that’s happened. She seems beautifully oblivious to most of it. I hope she is, anyway.
After pausing for a moment, I realise I need to occupy my mind. I sit at the kitchen table and sort through the post that arrived this morning. There’s a bill for the new soffits, gutters and fascias I had replaced when we moved into the new house. The old ones were wooden and rotten, and desperately needed replacing. Th
