79 - Pancakes

It’s strange, but also weirdly comforting to have all four of the boys in the house. They’re excitable, swapping pyjama’s and showing off their favourite soft toys as they go to bed. I pulled two camping mattresses from the garage and Josh pumped them up. They’re in between my own son’s and they’re giggling as we leave the door ajar.

Josh and I ended up taking turns sitting on the top step in the corridor, reminding the children to keep it down. Whenever it’s Josh’s turn, I’m stood at the front door. Looking out at the village path as it leads away.

There’s no sign of Kylar. I go back, setting out blankets and pillows on the couch. Making up a bed for Josh. Josh makes a slow way downstairs, careful where they creak. Down in the living space he gives me a thumbs up.

‘They’re asleep,’ he smiles and I smile back. But it’s getting late, and I’m worried that Kylar hasn’t made an appearance.

‘You alright?’ He asks and I nod.

‘I was just hoping to speak to Kylar,’ I admit and Josh le