Two weeks to premonition.
The house was finally finished which meant that dad and I could return home to sleep in our own beds after what felt like an eternity away. The house still had a lingering smell of smoke but it was bearable, especially since the windows had been left open for the last few weeks. I was happy to see dad again, feeling as though we had seen so little of each other since the fire. He casually mentioned that we should spend some time together, telling me that he was planning to go to the casino tonight if I wanted to join him for dinner and a few hands of poker. That was my dad's way of bonding, he didn't do the typical things that most father's do but it still meant heaps to me that he wanted to try.
I could see that dad was stressed after talking to Fletcher, hold
