"Good morning," Domonic exclaimed in a surprised voice on Christmas morning as Noah and I entered the kitchen for breakfast. I was dressed in more of Noah's clothes.
"Merry Christmas!" Chloe exclaimed, jumping up to hug both of us. "I’ll get you something better to wear,"
"Thanks!"
"There’s nothing wrong with my clothes," Noah said, looking around. "Where’s Dad and the boys?"
"He’s dropping Ant off," Dom explained. "We’re meeting him at the graveyard."
"Graveyard?" I echoed, puzzled.
"They go every year to see Mom," Noah replied, heading to the coffee machine. I touched Dom’s shoulder before she followed Noah, and Domonic understood the hint and left the room.
"You don’t go?" I
"No," Noah replied. "Do you want some coffee?"
"No, thanks. I’ll come with you if you want to go,"
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