Chapter 151: Christmas Eve

I follow Michael into the kitchen of his London town house where Sarah, his wife is washing the dishes. They really are ridiculously domesticated. The house is so homely. They are so lucky to have each other.

Sarah has short blonde curls that stop at the base of her neck, brown eyes and a wide smile. For a mother of a two-year-old, she looks amazingly awake. There are no bags under her eyes or anything and I almost want to scream at her, how do you do it? Instead I give her a massive hug.

"I've missed you."

"We've missed you too." Sarah smiles as I pull away. "I want to hear all about living in Liverpool."

"There's really not much to say," I laugh bitterly. This wasn't what I had in mind when I decided to come see them.

The school teacher in Sarah picks up on the lie immediately.

"Sure there isn't and I'm Pocahontas."

"Liverpool was great, my job was good..."

"But what happened with Stephen?"