KID: 10

“I thought you won’t let me in. That was why I was leaving, honey. I didn’t want to get you angry.”

William~

“Have you seen him since that day?” Chloe asks with her voice holding a great deal of concern in them.

I shrug and pick a box of cornflakes from the upper shelf and pour it into a bowl. When I put in my desired quantity, I keep it back before picking the bottle of milk and pouring it into the bowl. The water in the kettle is whistling from heat and I turned off the glass cooker it’s on before pouring a little into my bowl and stirring with my spoon.

I carry the bowl back to the centre table where my laptop is still stirring it, and grin at Chloe, who is rolling her eyes on the screen of the laptop.

She’s wearing an oversized brown T-shirt, one I’m thinking belongs to Seth, and there is a cowboy hat on her head. A few of her blonde hair, which is a ponytail under the hat, keeps falling to her face and she keeps moving them aside.

Two years ago, I heard the birth of their so