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“Hello,” Vicky called.
“Upstairs,” Jasper shouted back. The two women made their way up the staircase, turning right onto the landing. Pictures of happier times adorned the walls. Karen tried to avert her eyes, focusing on Jaspers open bedroom door. The scene that greeted them was one of sheer untidiness. Books and toys were scattered across the carpet, Mike was sat on the floor, stickers covering his face. “Hi, Mum,” Jasper said. “My tummy is feeling a bit better.” His cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze.
“It looks like you're on the road to recovery, young man.” Vicky walked over, stooping to lift her son into her arms. “You carry on playing with Grandad. We'll go downstairs and put the kettle on.”
Jasper hugged his mother, her eyes closing in delight. He nuzz
