It was the third day after they had received the news of Madison's death that her father had finally found home, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee as he sat in a lazy manner on the sofa.
She and Lucy exchanged a look. Lately, they had been sleeping in the same room and Lucy liked to cuddle. A lot.
For the past so many days, they had been looking forward to talking to her father about this. But every time they would break up, he would be gone. Rimmington would come back after they had gone to sleep and would leave before they woke up.
For the short time that he was here, for lunch and dinner, they did not bother him with questions because his speed of eating conveyed the fact that he was in a hurry.
"Do we ask him right away? Or do we wait until breakfast?" Lucy mouthed. " I don't want to exactly come off as desperate. But I can't control it either."
"Same." She whispered. Desperation but totally not look good.