I woke up to a silent house and a very angry stomach. I didn't feel like sassy Cerys this morning, so I donned my skinny jeans and a fluffy green jumper and dragged my hair kicking and screaming into a half up half down attempt at presentable. I needed a coffee. A tall, black, sumptuously comforting coffee, and peace and quiet.
'Hey sis.' Leon had to be there, of course, a confrontation I now couldn't avoid because he was parked right in front of my battered old coffee maker. 'I think we should talk.' His voice was a little shaky, and my eyes were drawn to the spot where he and Jessie had been canoodling last night.
My tongue was too loose, having gone over a thousand ways this conversation could go in my head.
'Yeah. Maybe we should have talked before I brought the kids home to you bon
