Chapter 18It was dark when they approached the cottage. Angel was shivering even with his heavy Aran jumper on, and Kael wrapped his arm around his boy, holding him close. They had walked for miles along the Coast Path over to Port Quin. They’d explored the narrow, winding streets and then ate dinner at a quiet pub before walking back. Angel had faked an English accent and called Kael Dad without his having to tell him. Every time he said Dad, Kael smiled.
Inside the cottage, Kael switched on the lamp and lit the gas fire in the living room. Angel grabbed the wool rug that was thrown over the back of the couch and wrapped it around himself before sitting on the couch with his legs tucked underneath him.
“Are you warm now, sweetheart?”
Angel nodded. He looked pale and tired, which always
