Chapter 8

He didn’t want to disappoint Sofia, after all.

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Sunday

Luke had taken Sofia for grocery shopping the day before their picnic, and they’d prepped some food: chopped fruit pieces in cups, with yogurt pots and granola for dessert. They’d also cooked chipolatas and mini sausage rolls, and let them cool before putting them all into Tupperware and in the refrigerator.

Sunday morning, Sofia was up bright and early—much to Luke’s dismay on his day off—because she wanted to organise the picnic hamper.

Luke came into the kitchen yawning, and put the coffee on. He saw that Sofia had already made several sets of sandwiches and cut them up into squares.

“You watch that knife,” he warned sleepily.

Sofia hmmed, busy concentrating. “You know any vegetarians or vegans, Dad?”

“Uh…no?” Luke got his mug and creamer ready, frowning in thought. “Why?”

Sofia shrugged, and went on making sandwiches. “No reason.”

She got all the food, enough to feed a small army, ready on the table.