CHAPTER EIGHT
The moment Aggie arrived home, she changed out of her new black polo, skinny jeans and Ugg boots and put on the warm, baby blue onesie her nieces had given her for Christmas—something they’d chosen themselves on account of it being covered in rainbows and unicorns. But it didn’t matter, whenever she put it on, it made her smile.
After re-heating a bowl of tomato soup that she’d made the night before, she put it on a tray with two slices of spelt bread and headed to the living room where she flicked on the TV and settled down with the remote control.
“… And apparently, we hit a nerve last week on our breakfast show with our little talk on the new bedroom gadget to hit stores this…” said the presenter on the screen.
Rather than change the channel, Aggie turned her full
