Chapter 16
“Happy?” Mark asked.
We were holding hands on the sofa. Sam and Billy were sitting on the floor in front of the blazing fire, unwrapping their presents. I was the happiest I could remember, with the possible exception of this time the previous year when Mark told me he loved me.
“Doesn’t seem like a year ago,” I sighed.
“I know.” Mark squeezed my hand.
“Walkie-talkies!” Billy said. “Wow!”
“Cool!” Sam said. Turning to us, he added, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Mark and I both said simultaneously.
The boys then opened all their other gifts, which were mostly practical.
“Great, I needed a new pair of these,” Billy said, taking the lid off a box of trainers.
“Your dad told us you did,” I said.
“Come on you two, open your presents from us,” Sam said, placing wrapped
