Chapter 8

Stacey

I swiftly chuck on some leggings and a sports bra, wanting to go for a run. I head down the stairs, past the wall of family pictures on my way down. It’s a shrine to our family or Libby as their youngest. Gretchen trails behind me, dancing around my feet as I try not to step on her and fall down the stairs.

When I reach the bottom, I can smell pancakes! Yum. I walk in, seeing dad sat in his usual seat reading the newspaper while he drinks his tea and eats his two slices of toast and poached eggs the same things every day. I once tried to sit in his seat. He booted me out, complaining about how I was going to mess up his butt print he had in there. Apparently, these things are perfected over time and he has it just right. What he doesn’t know is when they go to bed, I like to sit in his chair and mess it up. He wears his usual baby blue shirt and tan slacks. Dad’s in his early forties whilst mum is older than him by 5 years. Something we like to tease her about constantly. Coug