Six
Paul woke to the sound of someone making breakfast in the kitchen. He rolled over and looked at the clock: 9:36. It was time to eat.
‘Morning, Dad,’ said Luke as Paul entered the kitchen.
‘Morning, sunshine. How are you doing?’
Luke shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t know. It’s weird knowing Mum’s not going to be here anymore but it’s sort of a fact, isn’t it?’
Paul put his arm around Luke’s shoulders and gave him a hug. ‘That’s what I was thinking. I really miss her but you’re right. It’s a fact, she’s not here anymore. The question is how are we going to deal with it?’
‘What do you mean, Dad?’
‘Let me get something to eat and then we can talk.’
While Paul was toasting a couple of slices of raisin bread and heating some milk in the microwave, Matthew arrived in the kitchen.
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