CHAPTER 13: THE DAY OF THE WAR

The next day, there seemed to be a lot of panic in the village, Father had gone missing, and Karl's message had spread. Karl and I were eating breakfast in our little room with Tula and Matt when the door flew open, and in the doorway stood my mother with Henry close behind, their puffy, bloodshot eyes wide in disbelief as they glanced from me to Karl. Unsure of what to say, Karl and I rose from our seats and my mother burst into tears as she threw her arms around us.

"Hi mum!" Karl chuckled, my mother took her arm off me and wrapped both her arms around the son she thought she had lost all those years ago, the son she had been so desperate to see again.

"I knew you were alive, my brave, beautiful boy." She said tearfully. As I met Henry's gaze, he looked away from me and awkwardly stared at his feet.

"Hi," I said shyly, Henry raced towards me, picked me up and spun me around.

"You're mad," he whispered into my ear. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his fat little neck,