One day he'd asked her about her father because she'd only ever spoken about her mum and aunt.
He'd felt her body going stiff right next to his and she'd just said, 'Dead as far as I’m concerned.'
The bitterness in her voice had stabbed him right in the chest, that's why he'd taken her small hand into his.
'Same,' he'd replied and she'd squeezed his hand in return.
