I thought about telling him how much better everything would be if we just cut her off altogether. How it would all be so much simpler if we woke up tomorrow, just the two of us. Me and my Dad. With nothing and no one between us and the walls of the world.
bettersimpler But I didn’t. I just put my arms around his neck, hugged him tightly, and said, “Okay. I’ll go and tell her now.”
And that’s exactly what I did. Ten year old me stood up, dusted myself down and set off across the landing, hearing – no, feeling – my Dad’s footsteps a few paces behind me. I came to a halt outside the bedroom door; he’d left it open, just a c***k. I pushed it forward and squeezed through the gap. There she was; still wiping away the tear tracks that had soaked her cheeks. Still trying to pull herself togethe
