In the first week of February, she left Dylan overnight with his Dad for the first time. Kyle was understanding as she hovered in his fathers house, not able to leave straight away.
‘I’ll look after him’ Kyle urged her, on the front porch. Their son had paid her no attention, running straight into his grandfathers house, and heading for the wealth of toys she had brought over so he could play whilst under his fathers care. As she waved goodbye, multiple times, and played hide and seek with his ‘Grampy’, She stood against the front door, Kyle sitting in the porch swing, as she tried to gather the courage to leave.
‘He loves it here. I know I’ve been back little over a month but I’m trying Mand. I want to be a Dad. It means everything to me.’
She’d never heard him so passionate about anyt
