December
KateKate didn’t want to answer the door. She looked at the clock that sat above the fireplace. It was 4:00pm.
It had been four weeks since the death of Louise, and to Kate, each day was a struggle. Evan and Brooke had been kind enough to look after Adam on days that were particularly hard for her.
She wrapped the throw over her shoulders and got up from the sofa.
Kate opened the door.
“Hi, Kate.”
Kate stood frozen and in shock. “Mark...” They’d dated for close to a year, after she and Evan had split up. But when Kate’s mom came to live with her, things just fell apart. Helen’s treatment of Mark, and Kate’s inability to stand up to her mother, had come between their relationship. “What—” She shook her head. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?” In his arms was a pile o
