IT was a Saturday morning and Amelia was in the kitchen making the boys' breakfast when the doorbell rang. Hazel had stepped out.
"I will get it!" Gaddiel shouted from the living room, already running.
"Do not open that door without asking who it is first!" Amelia called after him.
"Who is it?" Gaddiel shouted at the door with absolutely no reduction in volume.
There was no response for a second before Gaddiel heard the call and collected voice of his father.
"It's your dad."
"IT'S DADDY!" Gaddiel screamed, as though this was news that needed to be broadcast to neighboring properties. He yanked the door open and flew into the waiting arms of his father with glee in his eyes.
Amelia set down the spatula and wiped her hands. She had not called Adrian. He had not texted this morning.
