“Come on Matt, let’s have a cuppa, that bag could do with a rest. You know it makes sense.”
Matt’s face relaxed very slightly and his shoulders sagged, a little nod and he walked in and sat at the dining table. “Here’s your tea, son. Do you want to talk?” a small shake of his head was the reply.
Talk Matt thought, we’ve never talked, you’ve hardly said anything to me most of my life, so why now? She didn’t mean anything to you. No one in the house spoke, not that he cared, he was wrapped up in his own memories of his now dead mother. Two days later Matt got another call from Germany, this time it was from the police explaining what had happened and how she had died, this only added to his grief. The date for the funeral was set and arranged by Krista’s parents. Arriving at Hanover main s
