Rhydian strolled into the kitchen, humming. "Good morning, Cory." He chirped. "Morning!" Cory responded just as cheerily. "Something smells good." He chuckled. "Cory's chocolate porridge," I answered, keeping my eyes on the cooker hob. I was itching to read this letter, I know who it's from. I would recognise my dad's handwriting anywhere.
"Any going spare? Rhydian asked. I took a deep breath before answering, "Yeah sure." I replied. I mixed the porridge in the pan and just stared at it. Why would my dad write me a letter and hide it in a book, it doesn't make sense. "Hey, what's wrong?" Rhydian placed his hand over mine on the spoon. I blinked a few times and glanced at him before looking for Cory. "Don't worry about Cory, he's fine. Now, what's wrong?" He asked again.
I took a deep bre
