CHAPTER 25

       December ran swiftly as Usain Bolt across the Hills on a galloping horse. I surveyed the festive season. It was only December 2nd and the whole street had lit with Christmas lights. Liam's relatives and friends visited unannounced.

       I cradled my favorite coffee mug and watched as Max strode around the sitting room with a blue file and a serious look on his face. Neither of us had spoken about the event that took place at the old factory which was now a land. Liam repressed a grin as he took the file from Max and sat opposite his dad. He had the same expression as always when he looked up at me-the one that made me feel like my stomach was being ripped out. Max's highly sensitive eyes seemed to have caught on our mind conversation. He raised a thumb and gave a reassuring look.