Chapter 37
Broken Dreams
Edgar looked up from his lonely bowl of soup as Sophia clattered into the kitchen. She blinked back her surprise at his rumpled state and the dejected look about him. He leaned across the counter eating, not bothering to sit and Sophia wrinkled her nose and suppressed the pity. His face looked hopeful at the sight of his daughter, but the expression faded from his eyes as she ignored him, snatching up her favourite jacket from the back of the sofa. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, slurping his soup. “Hey, guess what, one of our utes got a speeding ticket in the post this morning.” His eyes followed her around the room. “For the Saturday before last. But it never left the forecourt. What’s that about? b****y cops must be blind.” He c****d his head. “Unless so
