Flex was falling apart. But in typical flex fashion, he was closing off. He hadn't approached or called once , but quite frankly, I had my own stuff going off at this minute. Mum had come clean to dad. I'd kept Joseph out of the way and took him to the diner for tea while they talked. By the time we had gotten home, there were a few bags packed at the bottom of the stairs. Mum had swiftly given Joseph his iPad and loaded him with snacks and I'd been made to sit down so we could talk. Dad looked shell shocked. He was quiet and quite frankly hanging his head.
When we sat down at the table , I'd wished I was Joseph's age and I could be palmed off with a snack and a cartoon. " So, Maya, me and your dad have spoken , he's all up to speed with what me and you discussed. I've told him everythin
