Bryan
“This is the closest I’ll be to becoming a father I guess,” I think out loud not realising I had said the words until Ruby furrows her pretty forehead deeply.
She is currently staring at the boy, James, from across the breakfast table. James seems rather content as he munches on a piece of chocolate cake greedily. I cannot tell if he just likes cake or if he is half-starved or simply a typical child that has a sweet tooth. He looks healthy enough to me.
But I cannot read Ruby either. At the moment, she is ogling him like a farm animal. Silently, she stands at the short side of the small, four-seater table, directly opposite from James. The only thing she said when her brother brought the boy home, five minutes ago was, “Err what?”
Damian is with Mark and the others in the gym
