Chapter 18
Home was both a rude shock and a welcome relief.
The cold, the rain, the pile of bills behind the front door, the rise in bus fare in the space of a week—it all sucked.
But sinking down onto the sofa with a mug of tea and immediately having a purring cat climb into his lap was just the kind of thing Andreas needed after a long journey home.
If the journey out had been fine, the one back had been awful. Beatriz had cried almost the whole way, yet somehow Erik had managed to fall asleep and leave Andreas quite literally holding the baby.
So he’d handed her right back at the door, still crying, and barricaded himself in the kitchen to make the tea.
Upstairs was finally quiet, though, and Andreas sighed as he reached for the remote control. He’d sort the bills later. Picking o
