KATE WATCHED THEM FROM the kitchen, grateful that the kids had started to feel better. It helped that their apartment now felt and looked like a proper home. Since the fit-out, just over twenty-four hours ago, their sense of security had returned to a degree.
It’s the simple things, she thought, even the picture of a teddy bear hanging on the living room wall had brightened their spirits. The sound of bell chimes hanging above the window, a gift from Ralph, dispelled melancholy to a degree.
Her eyes fell upon a tall, thin crystal vase with artificial blooms of mixed flowers sitting proudly on top of a cabinet. Even that had elevated their place from safe house to a home.
For her, however, the soft, deep papa chair covered in a quilted throw had become an emotional refuge. Last night, sh
