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If he wasn’t capable of doing much else as a father, he was sure as hell going to make sure he could rustle up Emily a decent cooked breakfast. He’d begun to notice things about her now — things he’d been blind to — like the fact she’d clearly lost some weight recently.
He watched the bacon sizzling in the pan, wondering if he should chuck in another knob of butter to add a few extra calories.
‘Where’d you get that from?’ Emily asked — more or less the first words she’d said to her dad all morning.
‘Supermarket. Why?’
‘It smells weird.’
Jack hovered his nose over the pan. ‘Seems fine to me.’ His attention was taken away by a text message pinging through on his phone. He picked it up and saw it was from Chrissie. He couldn’t read the full message without unlocking the screen, but c
